Res John Burman

Rookie - 77 Points (27th October 1942 to 'Not Yet! ' / London, Middlesex, England)

Bloody Moon - Poem by Res John Burman

Lantern hanging in the trees,
Full moon overhead,
An orange moon, a bloody moon,
As I buried my dead!

She’d been a lover for many a year,
A friend so true and brave,
But under that bloody moon
I slaved to dig her grave.

A long-handled Cornish shovel
Digging in the night
The lantern swaying in the trees
Casting a ghastly light.

Tears flowed like salty rivers,
As I looked up at that moon,
I’d rather I’d been howling
Than sobbing like a loon.

I dug that grave so deep and wide,
As far as I could go,
And then I went and fetched her
To lay her down below.

I laid her down in that cold earth,
And shovelled in the soil,
And tears fell upon the sod,
As I finished up my toil.

Lantern hanging in the trees,
Full moon looks down scowling
An orange moon, a bloody moon,
I swear I heard it howling!

I placed some stones above her,
And marked it with a log,
And whispered to her, as oft before,
“Lobo. Stay. Good Dog! ”

(7th February 2008)

Comments about Bloody Moon by Res John Burman

  • Kim Barney (10/25/2014 12:03:00 PM)

    Very nice. Reminds me of The Cremation of Sam McGee. (Report) Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (7/6/2012 4:49:00 PM)

    Love this poem, it's just great - a captivating read. (Report) Reply

  • (2/12/2008 9:29:00 PM)

    The emotion in this poem is so moving. Thank You. (Report) Reply

  • (2/10/2008 2:15:00 PM)

    They're like mebers of the family aren't they? Beautifully paced and a pleasure to read.
    Anna xxx
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 24, 2008

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