Silver slither
Cat’s
claw dangling in the sky,
Mark of
silver set upon high.
It dazzles
this far-flung ground,
Blinking
light, echoes sound.
It leaps
and dances amongst cloud,
Majestic,
upturned and proud.
It does
not need to be named.
Neither
will it ever be tamed.
It reasons
with the fiercest waves,
Their ebb
and flow, they all behave.
The tides
shift to the moon’s call,
Lighting
the way so ships never fall.
Once a
year the coral reefs take heed.
Across the
oceans they spill their seed.
And in
this way the true faery moon
Sparkles
the earth with its fair fortune.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, July 3, 2020
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