Richard Caddel

writing in the dark II : nightgarden songs

moons

i

dusk: surprise
swift
shrieks past

rooflines
empty bench—
slice

of moon rising—
lack of its
sharp speech

ii

moon held
by
storm

clouds— I'm
breathless as
a bat

banks— leather-
winged—
before it

iii

hard to
hold—
trees

caught
a full moon
silent

down by
Mars
on skyline