The Wolf Moon over Manchester tonight, despite the fog.
And, despite that by which it is known, there was no howling to be heard, not even by the wind. Maybe somewhere else in the world tonight the moon was suitably greeted.
I really hope so.
With all of this talk about fake news, there’s only one thing I want to know:
Did we land on the moon or not?!!
28/09/15: 3.20am
The moon is blood-red tonight. Astronomers and soothsayers add to their bedpost notches, while the celestial agnostics sleep on, settled into tidal rhythms, scored by an undercurrent hum. I remember seeing one such moon in the eighties, more rounded and pock-marked -I, not the moon, when the shadow devoured at a more suitable hour, my father still here to share the spectacle, ruminating and rummaging through the ides of time. ©AJM This is a rough, first draft of a poem written in the wee small hours of this morning.
City Jackdaw 