Graham Hardie Poetry


The Moon

she remains the same
and is open and in season.
Relinquished of my crime, I can see
that she is happy.
The days remain
full of summer longing
and jewels gifted by God.
I count them many times
and wonder at the humanity
of her graceful heart.
The solitude, she is contagious
And the waves are breaking
I am there,
touching her inside and out.
Hands held and souls
Licking ice cream across
a seaside pier,
with parchment
and the knowledge of fear.
Stones and rocks,
sitting on the sandy edge.
Our footprints,
mock with jealousy
and are a mark
of our destiny.


Published in The David Jones Journal






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the moon