Son Hung Moon by john clare

6/12/2011   with a full moon coming on, it was my plan to paddle upstream from Cone Bridge landing and capture the moon in all its glory and profit from it. It was a well-laid plan and I am now a wealthy man....

The word leaked out
the moon was full
they tried to keep
it secret
It did not work.
My plan was launched
to paddle upstream
just where the river
bends and the
moon roosts by
night.
In the waning light
just under the tree;
I crept up and began
my work;
Out came the moon jack,
to lift it from the branch.
Then a tug on the
sky bar to loosen her up.
She began to roll into
the canoe
and before I knew
I was heading down stream
moon in tow.
No need for a lantern,
In my captives glow.
I made it to the landing
and took out the
night creeper and
hoot awl.
I then took the
gold chisel
to chip away chunks
of the moon gleams.
Before long the beams
were stacked and ready
for sale;
My first customer was
the Luna Tick who
needed a light to help
him in the flesh to stick.
Next came the
Moon Calf
in need of some light
in order to daydream
at night.
The Moon Flower
paid richly for a glow
to bloom come day
showing the
Morning Glory who ruled
the sunny day.
The Lunatic Fringe
needed a bit
Just enough to stave
their frequent fits.
The Moon Struck
came by and thanked
me for removing
the source of his malady.
The Moon Raker sailed
past toward the abyss
the simple soul aghast
the Moon was captive.
The final transaction
for the eve
was the Moon Blind
man who needed a
bigger beam to tap
his path.
I did not charge him
for the night stick
for I had plenty of
shine on hand.
Though tonight I made
quite a haul,
I look forward to the fall.
Word on the street
Is come the month of October
There rises a harvest Moon
larger, oranger
than any
moon hunter ever
captured.
Now that would be a
Moonish Dream.
My plan now I must
scheme.