Bringing Down The Moon
Bringing Down The Moon © 2008 Sally Warrell
You net the moon for me
Bring it down
With an 80 mm lens
To about the size of a potato
I’m looking down
On its swarthy lustre
Can almost see
Those first footsteps
Falling on dreams
Everything’s so clear
So sharp
Like stippled white emulsion
I marvel
Imagine its weight
In the palm of my hand
Craggy ellipsis,
Rugged, heavy
Luminous
Can this be the moon?
Black cloud
Like smoke
Drifts across this face
Is gone
And then
The lens dims
Thick grey cloud closes
And the light is gone
We are alone with each other
Copyright © Sally Warrell 16 June 2006
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Close observation
I really like the close observation here. The reference to 'those first footsteps / falling on dreams' is good too, acknowledging the moon's talismanic role, while keeping the poem focussed on the factual. Moon poems sometimes wallow in their emotion, it seems to me, and it is the avoidance of that here that makes the last line so telling.