The Comet




Moonlight, daffodils, a weeping willow,

and in the northern sky a comet

with a ghostly tail.  The letter

was my last hope, and time

was running out for a reply.  Soon

the comet would be gone, my heart

with it.


Every night the mail tray,

checking and rechecking then stuffing

it all back, the comet a little lower,

a little brighter.  Daffodils and dreams,

your voice and your tender smile.


Another full moon,

a spray of white blossom,

my footsteps hollow on the broken path.


Paul Beech


Copyright © Paul Beech 1997

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


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Maureen Weldon
    Sep 01, 2014 @ 20:21:34

    Deciding just now to look at Blaze Blog, I am delighted to read another poem by Paul Beech. “The Comet” This poem based on the comet Hale- Bopp 1997. While the comet shone and the full moon, so too a relationship, however as the full moon
    faded, so too the comet, so too the relationship. “Your voice, your tender smile”


  2. Paul Beech
    Sep 01, 2014 @ 23:32:45

    Maureen, I’m so thrilled with your beautiful, perceptive comment. Yes, my inspiration was the magnificent comet Hale-Bopp, which outshone all the stars in the sky except Sirius as it passed perihelion on 1st April 1997.

    Many, many thanks,



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