The Moon

(Museum of the Moon, Lincoln Cathedral, February 2022)

When I feel like this, I often dream of the moon 

Like a ball of clay – cold touch, light hugging dark

The moon said it was never lonely

But I thought all that darkness must be terrifying and cold 

Like a ball of clay – cold touch, light hugging dark  

The voice was like an echo 

But I thought all that darkness must be terrifying and cold

I can’t even be sure I heard it speak audibly

The voice was like an echo 

I don’t feel the cold here, the moon added

I can’t even be sure I heard it speak audibly

So I let the moon shine on, in all its contentedness 

I don’t feel the cold here the moon added

The moon said it was never lonely

So I let the moon shine on, in all its contentedness

When I feel like this, I often dream of the moon.

*This is a pantoum poem inspired by a Poetry workshop by Thom Seddon back in Summer 2020. I chose to publish it after being reminded of it when I visited the Museum of the Moon installation at Lincoln cathedral.

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