{"id":1849,"date":"2013-07-12T03:46:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-12T03:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1849"},"modified":"2017-07-11T21:11:33","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T21:11:33","slug":"makers-moon-rick-wilcok","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/makers-moon-rick-wilcok\/","title":{"rendered":"Makers of the Moon by Rick Wilcok"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Makers of the Moon<\/h1>\n

by Rich Wilcock<\/p>\n

\"sunset\"<\/a><\/p>\n

From what I could gather, the sunset had disappeared
\nNo golden slivers shaking across the depths
\nThe makers of the moon had taken it all away<\/p>\n

There was a mystery to the inquisitive
\nThey stalled on the spot, squinted to the sky
\nEyes turning amber
\nEnthralled<\/p>\n

And the sea laid at rest, no audience to this spartan crowd
\nYet they still came
\nStood on the port side, feet swaying
\nChattering mouths from a churlish wind
\nDabbling with unspoken glances to that orb in the sky<\/p>\n

Holding down gravity and the pull of darkened waters
\nThe craftsmen
\nGave me a night with my crosses to bear
\nWe were all there
\nLaying forth to the fragments of broken light<\/p>\n

That shatter, with a clatter
\nThat gave way to a fury,
\nA light that couldn’t dim<\/p>\n

So the drums from the beat that the makers were making
\nWas taking
\nEverything away<\/p>\n

So the makers of the moon were dancing with that beat
\nRaising our feet
\nNecking sweet nectar, neat<\/p>\n

They drummed a beat that light couldn’t stop
\nThat the valiant hearts couldn’t top
\nUntil four, when there was only five<\/p>\n

That beat carried on
\nDum dee la dum
\nUntil it echoed off the cliffs<\/p>\n

That beat lives
\nGives
\nUntil the end<\/p>\n

###<\/p>\n

RichMyself is a Manboy from the U.K. Manchester to be exact. You can read more of his work at\u00a0http:\/\/richmyself.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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