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 andΒ  the big skies of the east coast.