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Monday, 25 June 2018

THE MAN IN THE MOON BY FIONA CUMMINGS @PoetryByFionaCummings


THE MAN IN THE MOON

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 

In the night so black the moon plays

As the stars dance after their sleep during the days

The shadows of the moonlight chase

A child wonders about the man in the moons face

Who is he?

He scratches his head in thought

How can the moon be made of cheese?

Such a lesson he has been taught

The mystery of our sky does please

Stretch up high and pick out a star

It’s hard to believe they are so far

A white owl flies over the trees

Will he take a chunk from the cheese?

The little boy grass to his knees

Starry eyed looks up to the eve

Finger like shapes stretch from the trees

And night sounds can be heard

A fox, a night bird?

A book of intrigue

 His tiny shoulders drop

As signs of fatigue

Start to read

Flicking pages

Different stages

Of the bedtime blanket

Feasting on a   banquet

Of inquisitive questions

But who will answer and listen to suggestions

A book from the night of achilds passions

To be a rocket man is his ambition

  But so many answers still missing

Chapters untold

Books still to unfold

He hopes to find the answers soon

Who is the man in the moon?

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

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