Moon Poem / Aurora Borealis by John Grey

Moon Poem

Out of fitful clouds,

gaunt horizon,

emerges a shiny core 

of spun looking glass,

 

that could be lifted

or slipped like a coin 

between the stars 

or worn, as a pendant, by the dark.

 

A crux of luster,

of stone, laminae,

of gleaming tissue,

with affinity to human texture.

 

Where awed breath 

meets cycle, sequence, 

where blood stirs

 

 

 

 

Aurora Borealis

Shimmering crystal bright
through the pores of the sky,
the northern lights
offer their shiny antidote
to endless summer days.

The dark, the cold,
are so bitter and obstinate,
but one window display
of delirious dancing green
and my blood switches
from shiver to heart-beat.

 

My horizon is of

brownish-red emissions,
glowing blue emulsions,
pink solar wind
with a dash of vibrant yellow,
like great silent fireworks.

Here, at the edge of the world,
the scenery tries much harder.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Red Weather. Latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Washington Square Review and Open Ceilings.