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

On Monday January 27, 2020 at 7 pm I am reading at Walkley Words - from my collection, 'Going to bed with the moon', plus new work.  The event is atWalkley Library, Sheffield S6 3TD 

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Bring your own work along - there is an open mic. Contact Anne Grange to book a slot (anne.grange77@gmail.com  or  07815966784)

 

© I am grateful to Alan Hockey, my brother-in-law, for the photographs that provide the backgrounds for this site.