Louise Norgate - Egg Moon

If moons hatched from eggs

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then one day you might look into the garden

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and see a strange, smooth ovoid on the grass.

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You would inspect it gingerly but

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it would resist your touch:

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there it would rest for weeks, months even,

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until at dusk in summer you would go outside

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to see light seeping through a crack in the shell.

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In the morning there it would be,

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a glowing ball of gas and matter bobbing gently

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as it floated above the lawn,

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and as the days went on you might worry

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about the glow disturbing the neighbours after dark -

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especially as it swelled until it reached

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a size big enough to fill your bed.

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You might grow fond of it, this strange hatchling,

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garden orb, but then one late night

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from the corner of your eye you would see it

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suddenly rising like a radiant balloon,

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heading up to find its new celestial home.

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You would whisper goodbye moon.

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In the weeks to come you might often wonder,

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irrationally, if it would remember you

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and look down affectionately from up there

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to where you are.

By day, Louise Norgate is a complementary therapist who works with people affected by cancer. By night she is a tarot reader, poet, moongazer and sometime writer of strange stories. She maintains a daily poem practice as @LouNwrites on Twitter and most often draws on the natural world, the uncanny, emotional landscapes and the unspoken for inspiration.

Artwork: Seeking a Piece of the Sky by Gregory Brooks

Gregory Brooks hails from Utah, where the Moon paints redrock and aspen forests. For him, poetry is a tonic for an often troubled mind. The page can serve as a place of meditation and peace. His work is published or is forthcoming in Warp & Weave, Touchstones, Utah Life Magazine, and Dialogue.