GloPoWriMo 2016: 5

I’ve got a bit behind, but hoping to catch up over the next week. Here is a tritina prompted by day seven and inspired by a memory of a first day at nursery.


Moon Day


Zig-zagging through quiet streets on your first day

we were spooked by the ghost of a moon

under the huge blue canvas of sky,


a morning interloper in that sky.

You asked me why the moon,

your bedtime friend, was there that day.


I said she’s very changeable that moon

shifting shape in windows, water, sky,

she may turn up on someone’s very special day.


And so throughout that day, to see the moon still witness in the sky, brought comfort to us both.


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