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Moaning At The Moon
A poem of fusion and synergy mixing a metaphysical poetic idea with modern vernacular
Forty years ago I was studying metaphysical poetry at night school. A stand out classic was ‘The sun rising’ by John Donne. Here I have written a complementary piece with a mix of traditional and modern idiom.
What I wanted to do was to take that tone of Donne’s, his annoyance at being disturbed by the early morning sun whilst he canoodles with his lover, and exaggerate it to full on anger. I wanted to see what would come out of this endeavour, where it would take me and leave me. I wanted to see if this little experiment would leave me at the end with something creatively joyous or utterly miserable. I am not unhappy with the result. I sincerely hope it does not cause any offence. If it does I apologise in advance.
Mooning Under The Moon
Stupid old fool
You loony moon
Why dost thou thus
Moon down on us?
With knowing wink
What dost thou think?
Go chase early burglars out on the prowl
The harvest mouse being eaten by the owl
Kids on the corner selling drugs
For gangs of teenage criminal thugs.
Is this the best that you can do
Shining down on just us two?
Mind your own business, stare elsewhere
Leer where you like, we just don’t care.
All we’re doing is having a kiss
Enjoying a…
