Blue Moon. Be careful! Strange events!

There's a Blue Moon rising on Friday 31st July. The second full moon in the calendar month, a blue moon is a seemingly random event that is really to do with lunar months being 28 days, and our calendar months 30 or 31.

I wrote a collection of poems about the night of the blue moon, imagining the moon's light shining through the windows of an old map shop, and the maps becoming liquid, and merging in the silvery light. And what happens to them in the shop happens outside as well. Some very odd things happen.

They are published in seed packet form, with the poems on separate sheets, held together with a little full moon shape clip. The packet is individually letterpress printed. I've been trying different packet forms for a few years now, and have finally found the one I really like!

You can buy one from my Etsy shop http://etsy.me/1SmwClh or come and see me at the Bath Artisan Market on 9th August, or Outlaw Summer Market in Falmouth on 10th, 11th, 12th August.
In the meantime - take care tonight and enjoy - the next blue moons are in January and March 2018!

haiku. moonlit river. distant

The Moon is astonishingly bright at the moment, and is shining earlier as the dusk falls. 

Here's the haiku;

distant

bright attentive moon -

river accepts silver light,

giving no return

magic under the moonlight

I leaned out of my bedroom window late last night and took this photo with my phone. I really like the windows of the house opposite appearing to be eyes, and the cloud rising up from the roof as if it was peeling it back.

How could magic not happen under the moonlight? 

Be careful what you do when the bright moon shines. 

Here's a poem from Blue Moon at the Map Shop, my collection of moon poems.

                                   changes

                                   light headed with sex

                                   alcohol and guilt,

                                   he walks back,

                                   footsteps loud in the sleeping street,

                                   he's thinking of home now,

                                   where everything is the same as before,

                                   he's considering the cold air he will bring

                                   to the second shared bed tonight,

                                   his skin is tingling,

 

                                   he is reassured,

                                   he is reluctant,

 

                                   he turns the corner,

 

                                   his house has gone.