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 can pour.