Perfectly circular moon seems glued to the sky.
Low, yellow, flat – like a piece of parchment.
Dry and uneven.
Street lamps holding up to it fistfulls of yellow glow –
sacrificial fireflies.
I feel flat, stuck to the landscape like a rough sketch.
Eclectic collage of bits held together with glue.
Unmoving.
Unreal.
Unalive.
Have a sip of home brew.
Tell me all about you:
what you feel and what you think,
would you like another drink?
Give a cheer, shed a tear
– we survived another year.
Tell me of your loves and hates,
what is past and what awaits.
Dream in light of winter moon
shining into this cocoon.
We can hide from wind and storm
here – cosy, snug and warm.
