Index of poems

Full Moon

by Evelyn Westwood

There in the lustrous night
The moon sails fair and full,
Pale disc of silver light
Hung in the sky, so still.

So near, and so alone.
No friendly star in sight.
What keeps you there, great moon,
Huge in the velvet night?

Suppose one night the spell
Which holds you fast in space
Was ruptured and you fell
And landed on your face.

What a great splash there'd be,
O toppled architrave,
As your nose hit the sea
And caused a tidal wave!

What a resounding shout!
What an astonished cry
As people fished you out
And hung you up to dry.

But what should we do then?
We'd have to send you back
Into the sky again
To join the Zodiac.