A silvered bay, calm.


The moon shines in his window,

coolly observant:

detritus on desk,

scribbled blotter ivory,

coffee-cup rings brown…


The poet lives on,

passion and pain aquiver

in pearly moondust.


Paul Beech


Copyright © Paul Beech 2013

(Previously published on Linkedin and the author’s own blog, Grandy’s Landing.)


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Maureen Weldon
    Aug 19, 2014 @ 13:46:12

    Great to see a new poem, Moondust, by Paul Beech. The images in this poem seem to evoke a sort of dream like state, ‘A silvered bay, calm.’ Yet the poet is sitting at his desk, ‘cooly observant.’

    Maureen Weldon


  2. Paul Beech
    Aug 19, 2014 @ 14:50:57

    Thank you, dear Maureen, much appreciated. I’m rather fond of Moondust. I had the idea upon entering my study one night to find a full moon shining in. I was reminded of Dylan Thomas’ writing shed at Laugharne overlooking the Taf estuary, which I visited many years ago. It was here he wrote ‘Under Milk Wood’, and his presence seemed to hang in the air…



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