The Moon Lies Tipped Upon It's Back

Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell) circa 1992
This is the poem that made Barbara famous. Actually, it was her first poem to be published. It was published in a volume entitled, The Moon in the Night Sky.


The Moon Lies Tipped Upon It's Back

The Moon lies tipped upon it's back
With that curve on its face arched up with a crack
The laser like light projecting from afar
Expose it's grin, slightly ajar

So far, So far, you seem to be near
The light-giver, I muse, comforting fear
With you the star orchards nuture carnival clouds
While eve staves constant changes before the crowd

The crowds, whether aware or not
lie, perch, crouch, grow, and rot
recognize your talents and throw a catcall
though the velvet curtain with sun and soundrise does fall
and the moon takes it's bow in this virtuous hall