In the Light Of Night

In the Light of Night


Mum, what I see is really real

I’m not a walrus or a seal

This night’s sky’s glowing and alive

Clear as yesterday’s midday drive

Look up there, through the old red gum

I’m not making things up Mum!


Look up there, where blackness was a sea

The man in the moon was laughing at me

Then I saw his hungry moon eat the dark

And spit out the stars as red bark


Don’t worry son, I’ll stay with you tonight

The angry bushfires have turned on their sky lights



Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

24 thoughts on “In the Light Of Night”

    1. I’m so pleased that I was able to connect the mother/son relationship,… with son’s interpretation of the moon’s bright sky… As the saying goes “I think I nailed it” 😁💙🌏

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      1. absolutely! reminded me of when Joshua was younger and we watched a cartoon and he was asking me questions after, how a child’s mind works differently and how was I going to explain to allay his gears. so yes you nailed it! this one poem just flows like a river, gentle but making a mark along its way.

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