Blue Moon – a poem by Wendy Westley

Blue Moon

Someone told me tonight was the night
There would be a blue moon.
So wakeful at 2am, I went to see and it’s true
It wasn’t blue, but it was hanging there
Vast and rather scary, in its size and majesty.
I thought I’d make a cup of freshly brewed tea 
And savor the taste of tea and moon
And soak in whatever magnetic or magic rays, 
Extending towards me and earth on this special night.
The man in the moon must have thought it was a game
A fun hide and seek peek because as I disappeared to stew
The aromatic leaves, the moon disappeared behind murky cloud
Teasing me with rays, with phantom silver light, still bright enough
I could make my way back to bed, disappointed.
I had the promise of a rare moment, of a celestial sighting 
But it winked at me just for a moment. 
It’s like life, I think. Rare appearances of beauty, mystery, magic
Making a sleepless and sheet-tossed night, special.
Frustrating. Leaving me regretful. 
Wanting more.

Wendy Westley was a successful nurse, midwife and therapist for many years in the UK. She now writes short stories and poetry.