Moon

Published in Moonshadows, A Canadian Anthology of Poetry, 2015 

© Catherine M Thompson 

 

The moon is like a hammock 

strung between two stars tonight 

A sliver bright 

A silver light 

It throws our shadows 

far across the winter lawn 

sometime between the setting of the sun 

and dawn 

And I say only "Oh! 

Oh, oh, oh, oh! 

Look at the moon! 

It's like a hammock strung 

between two stars!" 

Its bright light 

throws our shadows 

far across the lawn 

sometime between the setting of the sun 

and coming dawn 

And this poem is 

about nothing 

save the moon, 

the slivered moon 

the silvered moon 

the sister moon 

that I love