Sun and Moon 9
Old Woman walks within a cloister of stars
the heavens arched above her like a peacock’s tail
she chants the garland of her rosary
pearls she sheds from her cratered eyes
stringing them like counters across night’s throat
beauty she calls forth
beauty fresh and youth renewed
flushed with virgin pride
she steps into her jewelled boat
and sails across a sea of crystalline sky
she enfolds the cardinal’s wings in a cage of moonbeams
“Sing!” she whispers
she rocks a new born baby in her arms
the night is hushed with lullabies
rogermoorepoet 
Beautiful imagery, Roger. I just traveled back to look at the picture you and Clare put together for the piece. It fit! I wish you had audio on all of them…
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I am thinking the same myself. Time to redo the audios.
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One more project. It’s a lot of work, but hearing a poem read is a joy and adds so much color to it, I think.
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My readings are very distinctive. It’s that South Wales/ Gower accent and rhythm.
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