To the Moon In the Sky
response poem to Moon and the Sky
a waif with tangled hair of blue
stared into the sky despondent
covered in paint of a squeamish hue
she yelled and squeaked at the goddess
danced a tantrum sort of jig, stuck out her tongue
and bit it
I want some joy the child demanded
in a voice both petulant and pained
the astronauts landed
and brought back some rocks
but I know
there is more that remained.
each night you sit and stare at me
I never know the reason
on a silver swing hung over the sea
in all weather and all seasons
but now I have had enough of you
peeking down upon me,
I’m going to find a lawyer and sue
for lots and lots of money.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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