Poetry: Friday 13th December 2019

Published in Bella Caledonia December 2019

Friday 13th December 2019

They call it ‘the cold moon’
but no, we can’t blame 
this belter of a December moon

for the deep-freeze skudding
through hearts, sinking them 
fathoms low to a lobotomised

deep, where it feels okay to vote 
against empathy, compassion, hope.

This full cold moon - precious
passing through the morning sky
over a Scotland that has said of course

to empathy, compassion and hope, but for now
is held fast to a past, to a party, anchored in
greed-stripped fear-numbed ground.

All we can know for sure
is that into broken hearts
more moonlight pours.