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Since it’s National Poetry Day in the UK, I decided to publish this short poem I wrote earlier, whilst looking at the moon outside our university library. I hope you enjoy it.
For My Friend, The Dragon.
The moon has been cut in half,
I can only see the head of the dragon.
This fabled dark side a ghost,
Only visible to those who look for it,
Desiring to see where the wings, the tail, are hidden.
Because we, such upward dreamers,
Could not, even for a second,
Bear to believe that half the moon
Could ever possibly be missing.
These moonbeams we bury our face in nightly
And we are, in that instant only,
like long-lost lovers, kissing.
Looking up, I feel the age-old tingling returning,
That I was bequeathed so long ago,
To my friend, the dragon.