fridayam
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I'm still too deep in work to respond properly to all the intriguing suggestions elicited by my "Poem Sequence" thread, but this happened to me last week, and I had to write it down. Please accept it as a sort of thank you.
Moon
Through a badly-drawn curtain
via the mirrored wardrobe
the Moon sought me as I slept,
a gibbous ghost pursuing me
as my head inched, perturbed,
along my ghostly pillow
until I met my wife--
dead to the world--and woke,
an escapee caught in a searchlight
of immense power so close
I could see it move,
80 billion tons of rock at speed,
sunlit in my night.

Moon
Through a badly-drawn curtain
via the mirrored wardrobe
the Moon sought me as I slept,
a gibbous ghost pursuing me
as my head inched, perturbed,
along my ghostly pillow
until I met my wife--
dead to the world--and woke,
an escapee caught in a searchlight
of immense power so close
I could see it move,
80 billion tons of rock at speed,
sunlit in my night.