tired old man in the moon
had had enough of listening
to earth’s noisy troublemakers!
how can anyone sleep with
that infernal decibilled racket?
he was definitely full of it, so
he donned his top hat and
swallow-tailed coat, locked
his door and set sail to a star.
Ekphrastic poetry at dVerse poets’ pub hosted by Lillian and featuring the uniquely surreal artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein.
a poem in my pocket 
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