Moon rising or setting

I’m going poem-crazy! A couple of nights ago I was working her and glancing up I caught sight of the moon; it was a pale apricot colour, part of it was gone and it just looked very mysterious! I wrote about what I was seeing and a poem began to form which I have been working on.

This is by no means finished, but here it is:

A hanging moon

A sudden glimpse, a hanging moon,
an apricot half eaten by the night,

a sudden rising or falling in the dark.
Glimpsed across roofs and hedgerows,
diminishing street lights,
coolly observant…

But glimpsed through trees,
(the woodland dark and full of sound,
of creatures of the night,)

it seems
hooked or caught on branches.
Maybe it would seem still,
the earth tipping beneath me
as the world rolls round.

And then it’s gone,
– was seen through the open window,
now it’s gone… swallowed, or hiding.

But glimpsed through trees,

its pale face in the water,
light through trees on water,
moonlit through trees on water,
the creatures of the night stilled,
it might seem the moon was meer-hung,
an apricot half-eaten

I have just discovered that the phase the moon was in was waning gibbous, and the moon is in Aries.

My featured image isn’t the moon I saw, but same moon, same window, different night.

https://moonphases.co.uk/

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