Our poet Fiona Clark sees eternal beauty in a crescent moon – and the poem evokes the music of the spheres. It is Day 806 of the Daily Poems …
Lunar beauty
A bare rock circles in silence
in an interstellar drift of dust.
Burning rocks blaze in darkness,
hurtling through time and space.
We look up to see eternal beauty
in a shining crescent moon,
Venus hanging, a glowing diadem,
above the sinister glitter of Saturn.
A goddess decked in pure white light,
another from whose maternal breasts
streams out the Milky Way,
the pathway of the spirits.
And so we weave a subtle gauze,
of dreams, or truth, or beauty.
Fiona Clark