Ink black sky
November moon
Its brightness holds my gaze
Along the road a neighbour’s window
Annoys me – flashing lights
Hungry for winter festival
Gaudy giddy sight
Stand out here in clinging cold
Look into this sky
A brilliant ball of brightness
On ink black canvas
Look – November’s moon
Back inside
The voice of compline sounds
Benedictine voices sing the psalms
Bringing to a close this passing day
And Margaret’s face still looks at me
From photos on my desk
You’re the best thing that ever happened to me
I said
What do you mean ’happened’, she replied
I’m still happening!
I believe it
Brian Fahy
21 November 2021
Erris Poetry 