Neville

Global Warning

Global Warning

 

The moon was

Roughly  

Blown off kilter

Like a silver white

Balloon

Torn free from a

Young child’s hand

Still clutching

Like  

Some perfect sphere

Or silver florin

Floating

Slow but high

Across the skies

Elsewhere  

A child

Is now crying huge

Pre-spring tears

Each hauled from a

Dew pit overflowing