Riding the hills Wonder of reflected light Shine on those Dear near and far Fast under the same spell Momentarily struck Out of the present Into past’s stillness
Once on a summer’s night Clouds – like Grey cut-outs Held in the trembling hand Of a paper puppeteer - Moved left to right Across a proscenium of sky The stage winged by trees An old mill a backcloth Of chimneys and angled roofs The narrow bridge Its river breathing In a pit of darkness
The set on which our actors stand
In the space between heartbeats The spirits of Basil and Peggy Catch the silver orb As it flies behind the clouds And just like that falling star Place it deep In a pocket Never to let it go Never
Basil and Peggy are the poet Basil Bunting and his childhood sweetheart as described the poem Briggflatts. Moon was written beside the river Rawthy in Cumbria.