In the Light of Night
Mum, what I see is really real
I’m not a walrus or a seal
This night’s sky’s glowing and alive
Clear as yesterday’s midday drive
Look up there, through the old red gum
I’m not making things up Mum!
Look up there, where blackness was a sea
The man in the moon was laughing at me
Then I saw his hungry moon eat the dark
And spit out the stars as red bark
Don’t worry son, I’ll stay with you tonight
The angry bushfires have turned on their sky lights
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
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G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
love this Ivor! very well done…….
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Thank you Wendi… the prompt tied in well with my thoughts when our bushfires were raging… and couldn’t thinking about the children in those horrendous situations….
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Love this, Ivor. Unexpected and sweet.
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A good way for me to express my feelings for children’s fear during our horrendous bushfires…
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Yes. Something not normally mentioned.
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Sweet and gut-wrenching at the same time. It must be so scary…
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Thank you Rose, yes the prompt was a good tool for me to express the children’s side of story during our horrendous bushfires, I continually felt for them during their frightful ordeal xx
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I’m glad it gave you such inspiration and that you created something so heartfelt from it. Well done!
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Thank you Rose, sometimes I like a prompt, but not usually. This one, without even thinking, clicked straight into a child’s vision of the moon, and the bushfires are fresh in our minds down here, all I had to do was tie my thoughts together…. and I’m more than pleased how my words turned out. 💙🌏
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As you should be. ☺️
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I think my fear would be very much like the child’s Ivor.
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Children’s imaginations are very open but vulnerable to these frightening ordeals… and I felt their fears….. 😂😔🌏
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That’s what I meant…..I think what you have all been experiencing would make us all revert to those childlike fears.
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As an adult, I would be scared. I can’t imagine experiencing this as a child. Beautifully written, Ivor.
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All those weeks the fires were raging, I couldn’t stop feeling for the children.. 😔🌏
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Love this poem! The child’s perspective is wonderful 💗💗💗💗
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Again thanks Mona, … I kept thinking of the children during our horrendous bushfires, and how scary everything must have been for them… 🧡🌏
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That has been a difficult time… and now the Corona virus scare… there’s never a moment of peace for the world!!
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And the young are very vulnerable, the children again
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True…
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