The Girl Who Came from the MoonA Poem by David Lewis PagetI
noticed the glow through my window-pane, A
glow, set deep in the wood, I
thought that it might be a tree on fire And
it didn’t enhance my mood, I
took the jeep, an extinguisher, And
stuck to the well worn trail, My
headlights picked out a wreck of a car Ablaze,
and a girl, quite pale. Beyond
the car was a meteorite That
glowed and pulsed in the dark, The
girl stood shivering, next to a tree Reached
out, and picked at the bark, She
wore a jacket of silver thread That
was scorched, and torn at the seams, ‘So
this is the place that the Master said, A
planet, cocooned in dreams!’ I
thought she was probably quite deranged And
helped her into the jeep, Her
form was slender and angular And
she promptly fell asleep, I
doused the fire in the burning wreck But
the meteorite still glowed, Buried
quite deep in the undergrowth It
was only the top that showed. I
sprayed it all with a burst of foam But
the foam dispersed in the air, It
floated away like candy floss, The
kind you see at the fair, I
turned and made for the Willy’s Jeep And
raced back out on the track, I
don’t know why, but a shiver ran From
my neck to the small of my back. Back
at the house she looked around And
a smile lit up her face, ‘So
this is the place you hide at night, From
the monsters, deep in space!’ Her
cheekbones were quite angular And
her forehead broad and square, But
the feature most that startled me Was
the sheen of her silver hair. It
fell straight down to her shoulders, swept Around
like a silver bowl, And
looked much more like a helmet, set For
it didn’t move at all, ‘We’d
better see where you’re from,’ I said, ‘Your
folks will be worried soon.’ She
laughed, a tinkling bell-like sound, ‘I
just dropped in from the Moon!’ I
thought, ‘Oh yes, here’s a likely one, Perhaps
she should be restrained?’ The
shock of the car and the meteorite Had
rendered her quite deranged. ‘I
came to warn you, the Argonauts Are
waiting, up in the sky, When
Pluto enters Aquarius They
will come, and your race will die!’ I
settled her down to sleep the night, In
the morning she was gone, But
out in the woods there were flashing lights And
cars and trucks in a swarm, There
were Police and Special Agents there And
the Army in full force, While
standing silent, watching them there Was
a grey and silver horse. It
watched as a truck had pulled away With
a globe strapped under a tarp, A
bevy of Military Police were there, By
now, it was almost dark, Then
the horse looked back and it stared at me And
I noticed the silver mane, That
swept down over its shoulders As it cantered off, in the rain.
David Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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