Saturday, March 03, 2012

'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'

Day of the Triffids? Quayle Street, the Battery Point/ Sandy Bay border. February 2012.

A blue sky? It's been a few days since we saw one of those...

Full Moon and Little Frieda, Ted Hughes

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.

Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm
wreaths of breath -
A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.
'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'

The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work
That points at him amazed.

1 comment:

Carola said...

Brilliant shot.