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Toastie Oastie

Full moon sat on a window sill
Filtering through the panes
Into crystal whiskey heather fed
A gift given still savoured

Tunes out of tune
played with fingers on
skin drummed in today time
given over to sensation of pulse

Hill soaring stories from before
inclining to roof top angles
black and red burn brown bed
castle cloud monsters smile

In this house a long moon mile
can say in light, that which words
Have never said

But the cool touch of love
will forever be here
in this homestead.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
A new home, a new perspective. a new beginning.
Editing stage: 


I enjoyed the word choices and images of this poem, and the message of new beginnings too. I just can't seem to see what the title has to do with the poem. Could you shed some (moon) light on that for me?


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Like Peter Carey, brilliant poetry moving on to sellable short stories then novelist fame.
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