Full Moon Madness Poem by Mark Heathcote

Full Moon Madness



When a full moon rises
above the mountain top—
like a cherry atop a Bakewell tart;
folk are heard-singing wildly in the trees,
loons-wail-come down, come down!
The birds they'll all get muddied knees.

When the same folk-go
skinny-dipping without panties on,
loons have been heard-wailing, get out! Get out!
'The fish they're hiding, fearfully in the reeds.'
'My child, life's story is always like this?
A jigsaw with many a missing piece.'

Sunday, November 9, 2014
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Kumarmani Mahakul 09 November 2014

Full moon rises as cherry atop.....beautiful imagination and marvellous work shared really.

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