Gillian Commerford


Children On The Moon - Poem by Gillian Commerford

When I was young
there were marvels and wonders
a nest of children
lived in the crescent moon.
The oddest and most frightful shapes
appeared next to my bed at night
making me tremble with agony and alarm.
Uknown footsteps sounded on the stairs.
My woes began early
and grew worse as I grew older.
When I had grown old enough
to know these things could not be so
I still could not accustom myself-
unable to resist their pull
I could not let them go.
What had begun early only grew worse
and stays with me still.
The wish has grown upon me
with the passing years-
that I might fly away
to those children in the moon
to nest with them there.
I curl up in my bed at night
and hope to disappear.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Children On The Moon by Gillian Commerford

  • Veteran Poet - 1,282 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (12/24/2012 3:37:00 PM)

    A very interesting poem Gillian, I'm sure it will come back to haunt me.. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 23, 2012



[Hata Bildir]