( For the visually challenged reader, the visually a young woman looking up to the sky, where a new moon is visible. Her stance is meditative)
Pale starlit sky, a new wishing moon
She stands below, her arms across her heart.
Her wish to find love, a place to call home.
Her need to put down roots, strong
Like a beggar calling each day
Mother is knocking, the door becomes thinner.
Time slipping away, waiting for the magic
of the moon to supply her every need
She forgets to live her life…
© Anita Dawes 2021