The Moon Said To Listen Poem by Robin Bennett

Thinking he was as interesting as Mars,
British and ruddy, and false as a crater,
naive to believe two moons orbited for him
He was heard howling at,
silver moons like a blind coyote.

For one winter, I was one of the moons,
faithfully I rose every night,
spinning sultry and white hot.
Even in dreams, I would not be eclipsed.
You only saw another flicker of ideas,
hiding behind your Galileo speak,
and Van Gogh Starry Night's,
you then took a shine to the pale moon.

You underestimated me.

Now you feel the sting,
of daylight.
Twelve hours under,
her dim witted nightlight,
and her black out nothingness,
has turned you into,
a bag of bleached bones.

Nothing important to,
hang your hat on a pointy star
anymore.
I left you washed out.
You should have listened.

You underestimated me.