Louise Norgate - Egg Moon
If moons hatched from eggs
then one day you might look into the garden
and see a strange, smooth ovoid on the grass.
You would inspect it gingerly but
it would resist your touch:
there it would rest for weeks, months even,
until at dusk in summer you would go outside
to see light seeping through a crack in the shell.
In the morning there it would be,
a glowing ball of gas and matter bobbing gently
as it floated above the lawn,
and as the days went on you might worry
about the glow disturbing the neighbours after dark -
especially as it swelled until it reached
a size big enough to fill your bed.
You might grow fond of it, this strange hatchling,
garden orb, but then one late night
from the corner of your eye you would see it
suddenly rising like a radiant balloon,
heading up to find its new celestial home.
You would whisper goodbye moon.
In the weeks to come you might often wonder,
irrationally, if it would remember you
and look down affectionately from up there
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.