What if one night the moon fell from the sky
And like a giant ball
Rolled down your street
Lighting up the sleeping neighborhood and you,
Drawing you to the window,
So that you may catch a glimpse of her rolling away?
She would turn the corner of the street
And roll down some boulevards
And cross some squares,
Zigzagging her way between the trees,
And roll up some hills,
And go round a lake
And speed up on the highway
And by luck, by chance, by fate
Stop in my backyard.
I’d cover her up with my bedsheets
And turn her into a local attraction,
Charging a modest sum all those who wish to stare at her.
Sooner or later
You’d show up with the crowd,
But I would charge you naught.
On the contrary, I would propose,
That we forsake the crowd, the moon, and city life
And with the earnings I have made
Purchase together a cabin in some secluded Norwegian woods
Where we can admire frosty, moonless, starry nights
And do other things besides,
Depending on your mood.
boy with a hat 
I love the twist at the end. The things we do for love. Looking forward to more of your work! =)
I tip my hat to you.
You are an exceptionally clever writer my dear! It is an honor and a pleasure to be following your delightful blog! Big hugs, Cher xo
I blush!
*grin* You deserve the blush, my humble friend!! Cher xo
Can you drop off the moon at my house when your finished with her?! I’d like to borrow it😂😂….this is so cute!!
All you have to do is give me your address.
Fun!
beautiful! 🙂 i love this poem.
I love the moon and am going to make sure to capture it first!
But what if she falls crescent-shaped? Would she float in the sea like a boat?
Then I’ll go for a magical boat ride, then moor her in a safe haven.
This is such a beautifully haunting image, I can’t get it out of my head! You had me running to my own window in hopes of seeing the moon in my street with the first few lines.
I don’t believe you.
Beautiful!!!!
How whimsical & lovely!
As simple and clear as a frost crystal! Ah, but you have left a vulnerable moon – for someone else to possess. I bet it would be a Public Limited Company within a year and the rest of us would have to pay to see it!
They would start a war for her…
Aw… (I literally said ‘Aw’ out loud when I got to the end!) What a delight this was.
When the moon was at its closest last week I thought for sure you had captured her at that time. We had such clouds I couldn’t see her.
Mean clouds!
I’m glad you fell in love and gave the moon back to the world!
She belongs to everyone, doesn’t she?
What a truly wonderful and beautiful idea! Heavens help us if the moon did actually fall though! 🙂
It would fall in Ireland, there’s no doubt about it. How are you Daniel?
I’m doing okay, thanks! 🙂 Two days ago I got my hair dyed dark red to match the top hat I’ve been making.
Thats fabulous!!
Very original and sweet. Keep writing, Vincent!
I Love how your poem went from innocent to delightfully naughty! You really have a way with words 🙂
Beautiful stuff!
As always, Vincent.
Blessings,
Dani
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I think the writer of this blog is just about the cleverest writer I have come across. Now that, my friend, is a compliment.