Vincent S. Coster

Rookie - 136 Points (13th December 1976 / Dublin Ireland)

Moonrise On Southern Cross - Poem by Vincent S. Coster

The yellow moon hung low
Over papier-mâché hills and
Cast it's benevolent glow
On the factories and homes
And the slick home bound motorcars

The birds sang their mellow songs
And said a cheery slán* to the dying day
To the sun
Now gone behind the Wicklow Mountains
While slowly stars began their dance
Glistening in the darkening sky
And in houses windows lit up
While halos formed on lamp lights
Beneath which lovers and lonely souls
Found solace in the deepening
Darkness of a chilly September evening.

*Slán is the Irish word for goodbye.

Topic(s) of this poem: Walking

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is from the collection There Are Words. It was written on a boulder by the side of the Southern Cross Route in Bray one evening as the poet walked. This was a regular habit of the poet at the time. This poem captures the moment one September evening as the sky darkened and the moon rose. Seeing people go about their lives he reflected on his own sense of loneliness despite being surrounded by so many people.

Comments about Moonrise On Southern Cross by Vincent S. Coster

  • (6/17/2014 11:44:00 AM)

    ..........ohh I must look up this collection...where can I find it....who is the author? .....just now I saw photos of bray on wikitravel.....would love to visit bray.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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