Behind the Mourning Clouds





Behind the Mourning Clouds


From behind the mourning clouds
The ancient moon peers down

Wearing a judge’s yellow crown
The moon knowingly frowns
Upon the maddening crowd

Congregating on opposite bluffs
Of the ever-widening Gulf
Between diamond cuffs and shoeshine buffs

The moon then proudly dons
The unworn sacred shroud
And judiciously ordains
“This is your final countdown”






Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

27 thoughts on “Behind the Mourning Clouds”

    1. Thank you for marvelous compliments, Carolyn … another poem inspired the daytime (morning) moon, and I writing this one, it seemed to a good rhythm, although the my rhymes weren’t quite perfect… Oh, the Dave Matthews Band version of ‘All Along The Watchtower’ is perfect 🎶💕🌏🐶😎😊😍💙

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