Wednesday, November 28, 2012

We flew to the moon

We flew to
             the moon via balloon,
watched the earth
smaller and smaller until it was a trifling, pea sized ball.
                                  I felt so light.
                                        The moon was a field of flowers:
poppies and tulips and whatever you like and the grass waved a welcome and we laid
                                               right down.  I looked at
                                                    the sky,
                                                         still blue here and thought about our getaway,
                                                                      how it was planned years ago. You were the

The boy ran to his father, embraced in so much love and you girls, twirled, arms outstretched, giggling, flowing with the air, simple, fancy dresses fluttering with your steps and I closed my eyes, smiled
and relaxed.
Then He and I floated on a raft crafted from wood, square and big enough.

                                           Fear did not exist.

Poetry Jam


  1. fanciful the trip to the moon...and found the last full stanza to be so warm....and the raft...and no this....smiles.

  2. What a delightful poem, Nicole. It would be so wonderful if one could fly to the moon! Thanks for participating in Poetry Jam.

  3. You did fly me to the moon with this poem ... I loved it.

  4. I like the way you did this poem. Very fanciful and yet an undertone of sadness that this was only fantasy.

  5. I love the last line: fear did not exist. Although this is a fantasy, I sense a yearning here for wanting it to become reality. Lovely, you really created a bittersweet emotion :)

  6. This really hit me:-
    The moon was a field of flowers:
    poppies and tulips and whatever you like


  7. No fear, flowers on the moon. (transport me, please)