I Look Up
By Adam Piggott
I Look Up, outstretched arms yearn aloft
towards that mellifluous lunar Muse
forever far from touch save for
the sweet caress of words.
Her distant, haunting inspiration
brings forth rivers of verse
‘to which plunges my Soul Reserved
drenched in the words will reach
the ocean vast past the beach
and the Girl With the Skinned Knees
stalking the beach for shells
whispering wise words from her future self.
Into the inky waters I float
amongst the stars arranged just so
with Little Bear craning her ear
towards the silent Moon’s song
accompanied by gentle melodic waves and
serenaded by this September Stardust
each poem a lunar dapple
of crepuscular Moonlit words.
A response to the National Poetry Month prompt