I read a poem about the Moon!: A poem 

I read a poem about the Moon 

How she dances in the night 

And holds everything in the sway of darkness? 

And I asked myself 

If the Moon was holding my disdain? 

How much of it could she hold, 

And not be submerged in the tide she holds cold? 

Does she see the unwelcome sign I flash in bold 

to her, be she crescent or crone;  

Or Artemis in the dust of her stone? 

Gabriel (Idriss) may be Muhammad’s messenger 

But not mine; He lied to my Mother of good tidings 

My mother who loved me 

more than my brother 

(the Church tried to snatch her away from me!) 

Even though my mother (in this lifetime) gave my brother  

all the money that I gave her (I never expressed any rancour at that!) 

My brother, who owed so many gambling debts 

Was Jesus not subject to the same, so he decamped to India! 

Go away Psyche! Don’t try to pretend you are my lover-in-waiting 

I have only one love. And I am happy to love her in a distance 

if that is what is fated for us! 

I have no fondness for the stones flung at me, even the flames that burnt me 

But I never feared. It is just that I am 61 or 62! 

The suffering is taking its toll on me! 

Shame on you Gabriel for your treason against me!!! 

I’d rather have a No Moon Age!