22 February 2016

#22 - Moon Babies

My face is round and yep the moon is too.
That's why it is my mum. One violent night
I tumbled like a spinning marble through
the bursting sky and gleaming comet-bright

I came to be alive. This is the Earth
and all around the land is bright with living.
The Earth is great. There's death but lots of birth.
The birds are patching nests. The soil is giving.

Inside my mind there is a lot of space.
At night I dream the planets roll around
my burning bulk and fearless rockets race
into my mouth. I laugh and stars are drowned.

One dawn a sharp new moon will shear through my
belly and through the world and mum will die. 


Rythme, 1938, Sonia Delaunay

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