I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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5 September 2011

The Door of Heaven

The door of Heaven
opens one tiny crack
revealing not the moon
but a single star

close to where 
by my reckoning
the moon should be.
I know my night skies.

I remember the Gulf —
lying back on the deck
of the trailer-sailor,
awed by a sky wide open

displaying not only moon 
but every star
and the travelling satellite
tiny and pale,

the fine web
of the Milky Way
in intricate detail, and sweet
familiar constellations.

Now I am sheltered 
by mountains, tucked
in a blanket of cloud. 
A door begins to open.

Journalling my relationship with the moon: 9
30 Poems in 30 Days: 4, a door opening or closing

Included in the book, THREE CYCLES OF THE MOON


  1. I really like this. the fine web of the Milky Way" so evocative.

  2. I really feel like you're describing the moon (or even a star) as a door to heaven. :) This is such a gorgeous poem, Rosemary. I love stanzas 3-5: a perfect blend of the personal and universal. Thank you for this, and also thank you for stopping by my LJ! :)

  3. Many thanks, alotus; I'm glad you enjoyed it.