Moon

Orion and The Moon

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A Villanelle

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Come catch me then, Orion, if you can

We’ve played this game before.  I play to win

I am the moon and you are just a man

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The same old same old game since time began

We’ve started, so we’ll finish.  Let’s begin

Come catch me then, Orion, if you can

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Some lesser constellations also ran

I left them all stood standing in a spin

I am the moon and you are just a man

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A man of stars, a huntsman, fiercer than

The lot of them, with finer light within

Come catch me then, Orion, if you can

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Come chase me cross the spaces in the span

Before the night grows old and darkness thin

I am the moon and you are just a man

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All stars must fall according to the plan

Before the morning I will have you sin

Come catch me then, Orion, if you can

I am the moon and you are just a man

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© Gail Foster 30th January 2018

 

Watch My Soul For Me

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I wrote this rhyme when I was young, and sometimes I say it to the moon…

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Glide high, my glimmering crystal moon

Across the mirror of the sea

Mother of water and blood

Watch my soul for me

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Curve, pendulum, clock of the night

In your swing, in your sway

In your shadow of light

Watch my soul for me

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© Gail Foster 1980 something

Oestrogen Mythology

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Beware, for she writes poetry, and ye

Unwitting pilgrim, may become a king

Anointed at the new moon, in the spring

Within an oestrogen mythology

Take care, for she writes poetry, and thee

Good man, may move her blood and heart to sing

Be crowned with oak leaves, bound within the ring

Become her ovulation fantasy

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She fair may be, but subject to the pull

Of hormones, gravity, and tidal flow

She makes her heroes, though unconsciously

From those who touch her when the moon is full

She’ll cry and tear her hair out when you go

And pen progesterone tragedy

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© Gail Foster 7th September 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two small rhymes for Halloween

 

Ghost Cat

If the tales of the white cat are true

He had feathers; a ghost cat who flew

Through the shimmering streams

Of the moon’s silver beams

Leaving slain doves in the dew

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Wobbly Halloween

Don’t come trick or treating down here

We spent all our money on beer

Don’t knock at our door

‘Cos we’re scary and poor

Lend us a tenner for gear

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by Gail