Who is the serious man

Wrapped up inside a newspaper?

Outside, the sky is unbelievably blue

Moonface girl collects this memory

But who are you? 


To Glasgow moonface girl would fly

Through twilight in her parents’ car

The horizon low, grey and far

A tangle of orange lights can’t compare

With the magnificent moon’s solemn glare


Moonface girl collects memories

On a red sofa we siblings slept

When it arrived with Granny and Grandad

And all of their things as they wept

We were delirious with excitement

Granny hovered over as we snuggled and wriggled

If I should die before I wake, we giggled

Poor Granny sighed


Moonface girl collects memories

Usually hidden unheard at family gatherings

Her moonface in the curtains with the birds

Listening to Chopin or Danny Boy

Sing they cry

Half-serious, half-moon she sighs

They laugh and hug

The bonnie Dundee weaver appears

And the ruckus begins and then the tears


Moonface girl collects memories

Swinging on the branches with the birds in the curtains

Embarrassed English moon beams all over the place

She doesn’t know where to look


Moonface girl collects memories

Long goodbyes I-love-you-I-LOVE-YOU-sobs and sighs

Wet faces, wet kisses and hugs in the rain

Again and again


Mother clears away the tears

Dad dries up



The wide-eyed moon and the girl exchange glances

And quietly they steal away and take their chances

The piano, the tears, the songs

The giggles, the sighs, the long goodbyes

The red sofa, the newspaper, the rain

The birds in the curtains, and the blame

And all of this grief for you

Father’s brother, Granny’s son

All this grief for you

And long-gone skies, unbelievably blue

(artwork: Man Reading Newspaper Artwork  from popartmachine.com )

Thanks to dVerse: Poetics and the Beautiful Sadness for the interesting post, prompt, and links to other poets.  I thought this poem written a few weeks ago might fit!