Going to Bed with the Moon
Startled by a moon-scuffed sky,
I lean my head to the window —
caught on a shredding of cloud,
its wounded twist and drift —
stand like the badger
stitched on my Japanese silk,
snout raised to the stars,
belly floodlit
until the moon desists
from taunting our trees,
unleaved, sky high.
Moon — wan as an egg,
shadows my heels up the stairs,
climbs the folds of my sheets.
Jenny Hockey Poetry
Title poem from 'Going to bed with the moon', my debut collection, Oversteps Books (https://overstepsbooks.com/)
also available via my contact page for £6
My poems also appear in 'Love', the latest Hexameter anthology,