Lasso the Moon (rewrite)

A rewrite of a poem I wrote last year

I stand on an ocean shore,

"Lasso the moon,"

I ask Neptune.

Golden chains

stretch into the 

sky where the full

moon hangs round and lovely

it grows larger

larger still

I can feel its weight

begin to press

on gravity

pushing me down

closer

closer

it comes

revealing craters

footprints and flags

oxygen rushes away

as the moon draws close

gasping I stand on

tiptoe

brushing the rocky surface

with fingertips

then it rushes back

and air fills my lungs

gasping I watch

it grow

smaller 

smaller

smaller still

hanging again 

in its rightful place

as water rushes

back into tide

around my feet

Neptune laughs

before sinking 

beneath the sea

Reviews

[Mitch Staunton Moore]

Wow! I was holding my breath reading this. What a clever angle for a write. Lovely. Mitch.

[clisa]

Thanks - The imagery was so strong in my head I just had to write it.