nightwalk/ poem by Laurence Carr

stroll down to the pier on a late saturday night;
the tide will be out; and over your shoulder look
at the moon; take it in hand if you have the time;

a lunar face sifts through your fingers; the glittery
powder floats through the cracks in the planks
to mix with the soft sand below;

gloworms dustbathe and spin in their orbits;
meteors shower and comets flare in fiery fizz
faster than a speeding bullet;

the sky lay under your feet;
the stars our stepping stones

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This poem was first published in Threnodies: poems in remembrance; Codhill Press, 2016

Laurence Carr is the publisher of Lightwood magazine. HIs books include Pancake Hollow Primer; The Wytheport Tales; Threnodies: Poems in remembrance; Paradise Loft; and Strides: reflections on 6 acres. Read more of his writing and reviews here by scrolling to our Search Button, insert his name and click.