Monday, 8 December 2014
The Moon for Sixpence
[Image was from BBC.co.uk website, showed a gibbous moon]
Warning, may contain poetry.
There was an interesting item on the BBC News this morning
The part that interested me most was in the fifth paragraph - where many interesting items and details are to be found in news stories - concerning the funding of this Mission to the Moon. Without wishing to give everything away, the words 'public' and 'donations' were in close proximity.
Most unfortunately for you readers, this inspired me to write a poem which follows below.
Crowd-funding the Moon
I heard the news today,
about a rocket to the moon.
is looking for pledgers.
The kind of person that
will send a toe-nail to Selene
for the price of a Knightsbridge flat.
I thought about reasons
for this “sending” to the moon.
Defective cool narcissists
are looking for glory.
The kind of notice that
will mean a gnat's eyeball when we're gone
and the world is a cockroach farm.
I write this poem down
as I look upward to the moon,
egotistical and dismissive
of wishing for symbols.
The kind of signpost that
is just to show one's passing,
and the place we started from.
So, on reflection, although I can be dismissive of anyone who might contribute to the moon mission, is it any less worthy than writing a book, or helping to get it published?
May all your dreams be big ones.