Perigee Moon
There’s a perigee moon tonight
so close, so bright
I should be able to reach, touch its face and kiss it
but it ‘s too to grey to see.
I’m still kicking through floods.
Guessed hunched shape on George Street:
aborigine man damp, dark and quilted
in a street bag for sleeping.
Brollies break and die at a junction
where a lit elevator climbs Market City
to karaoke and Thai massage.
Astounding possibility!
Close moon with your impossible magnolia skin
your girl-boy tide psyching
south south south of the equator
fable of moon read about in morning papers
lost to hunched inheritors, to incomers
also and their flaky tiny dead-beat ways.
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Published by Pam Thompson
I'm a Poet and reviewer based in Leicester, UK. My publications are 'Spin' (1998, Waldean Press), 'Parting the Ghosts of Salt', (2000, Redbeck Press), 'Show Date and Time'(2006, SmithIDoorstop), 'Hologram' (2008, Sunk Island Publishing) and 'The Japan Quiz' (2008, Redbeck Press).
My second full collection, Strange Fashion, will be published by Pindrop Press in 2017.
I am one of the organisers /comperes of Word! at The Y Theatre in Leicester, the longest running spoken word, open-mic night in the East Midlands.
I offer readings, workshops, mentoring /critiquing services. Enquire directly to pamthompson240@gmail.com
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