{"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":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Makers of the Moon<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Rich Wilcock<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/sunset.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1850 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/sunset.jpg\" alt=\"sunset\" width=\"665\" height=\"368\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/sunset.jpg 1583w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/sunset-300x165.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/sunset-1024x566.jpg 1024w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 665px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 665\/368;\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>From what I could gather, the sunset had disappeared<br \/>\nNo golden slivers shaking across the depths<br \/>\nThe makers of the moon had taken it all away<\/p>\n<p>There was a mystery to the inquisitive<br \/>\nThey stalled on the spot, squinted to the sky<br \/>\nEyes turning amber<br \/>\nEnthralled<\/p>\n<p>And the sea laid at rest, no audience to this spartan crowd<br \/>\nYet they still came<br \/>\nStood on the port side, feet swaying<br \/>\nChattering mouths from a churlish wind<br \/>\nDabbling with unspoken glances to that orb in the sky<\/p>\n<p>Holding down gravity and the pull of darkened waters<br \/>\nThe craftsmen<br \/>\nGave me a night with my crosses to bear<br \/>\nWe were all there<br \/>\nLaying forth to the fragments of broken light<\/p>\n<p>That shatter, with a clatter<br \/>\nThat gave way to a fury,<br \/>\nA light that couldn&#8217;t dim<\/p>\n<p>So the drums from the beat that the makers were making<br \/>\nWas taking<br \/>\nEverything away<\/p>\n<p>So the makers of the moon were dancing with that beat<br \/>\nRaising our feet<br \/>\nNecking sweet nectar, neat<\/p>\n<p>They drummed a beat that light couldn&#8217;t stop<br \/>\nThat the valiant hearts couldn&#8217;t top<br \/>\nUntil four, when there was only five<\/p>\n<p>That beat carried on<br \/>\nDum dee la dum<br \/>\nUntil it echoed off the cliffs<\/p>\n<p>That beat lives<br \/>\nGives<br \/>\nUntil the end<\/p>\n<p>###<\/p>\n<p>RichMyself is a Manboy from the U.K. Manchester to be exact. You can read more of his work at\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/richmyself.com\/\">http:\/\/richmyself.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From what I could gather, the sunset had disappeared<br \/>\nNo golden slivers shaking across the depths<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[319,408],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1849","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-moon-poem","category-nature-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1849","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1849"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1849\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}