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Where the sea and night sky are stitched together

all is still as a millpond, all is calm

and the moon is reflected perfectly

an uninterrupted disc.

Suspended above and below,

you can hardly tell which is real

and which is facsimile.

But here, at the shoreline

white horses hiss against the shingle

flotsam and jetsam are flung at my feet

as my toes grip to find purchase in the shifting sand.

In my pensive mood, I think of us, of you, of me

and how to onlookers, we appeared so at one.

If only they had looked closer,

if only we had taken the time,

we would have seen the breakers

and the Sea of Tranquility

might have been saved.

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This evening, I have been inspired by Bjorn’s beautiful poem and found a new poetry prompt over at Poetic Bloomings to write a poem centred on the moon. I hope you enjoy it.