Candles flame
brightest
in the thickness
of night.
Those in the black
will find
your heart
and be drawn
to its fire.
Shine out with
the brightness gained
from your own sorrow.
Throw your
cloak of stars
around
the starless.
This poem was inspired by the work of a local Cambridge (UK) artist, Elspeth Owen. She has run a project over the last year that celebrates the moon; it culminates in the blue moon (second full moon in one month) at the end of July. She decided to switch off everything- kiln, phone, for a year, and deliver ‘moon cups’ by hand. I found it so moving (along with her spidery studio) that I wrote this poem. The gift of moons … and thanks to a good friend John for his ‘Day Moon’ photo.
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