Spaces Of The Heart
By Durlabh Singh

THE   MOON

Oh catch the moon
Put a noose in its nose
Bring it back to harness
The icy wilderness of the noon
Sprinkle it with flowered dew.

 

Catch it before it runs
To penumbra of sun hide itself
Oh run and run to recover
From suffocation of grief & bart
Stiffen its dust with tears
Or the ceremonial flood
Of the tidings of the present
The anti poetic
Peregrine of the sedged cart
The olibanum of crushed heart.

The moon
Oh catch the moon
Catch it till it runs
To the hilliard mansions
The septic pun
Where the master of hounds sleep
With his metallic face
Turned to the wall
Where under the greenish shadows
Shines the dool

The moon

Oh catch the moon
Catch it before it runs
To the penumbra of the sun.

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Author DURLAPH SINGH

        Durlabh Singh is a British Asian poet living in London who has been widely published in anthologies, magazines, newspapers. For the last few years Durlabh has been reading, writing and promoting the cause of English poetry by running free poetry workshops in London. His aim is to revitalize English poetry by introduction of new expressions and forms.