The gibbous moon
Hangs above aerials
In a rich, blue-black,
Shading to violet sky.
Titania dreams;
The silent shrubs regard her;
The Sea of Tranquillity
Sprinkles dusty water.
Lop-sided Eros
Born of Night and Wind,
Dead centre of my window,
You double your rim.
In my scarred eye
Your tilting shadows
Nestle among books,
Dark motes in my glass.
©Terry Hodgson2020
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