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, 

available via my contact page for £5