from Ache
After the world ended
A rain of fire woke the night.
Under blazing umbrellas
a rat-like scurry ensued.
Dawn rose bleak;
the sun eclipsed
by a black ring,
a circle of surprise.
From the sky came a red mare
riding the clouds,
descending on steps of air.
The ink-stain sea crept inland
to lap at doors rotting
in the onslaught of salt.
We saw the stars fall,
opened our hearts and wept.
Josie Moon is a poet, performer and community arts practitioner based in NE Lincolnshire. She loves the sea, gardens and the big skies of the east coast. www.josiemoon.co.uk