About the Poem
About the poet
‘Reality is where things happen’. So Michael Jackson writes in one of his poems, quoting William...
When this bruised medallion, the moon,
I thought how solitude
allows what human kind cannot –
openness to this hill whose eucalypts
are my hands,
which has seen me drown.
I float up
through these leaves, my skin
breathing this blue again;
hangs round my neck,
under me men move to harvest
or lie against a golden stook
eating black bread
drinking red wine.
The moon is the pupil of my eye
I go as far as the blue hill goes
I flow like a river in the dark.
'Full Moon' from Going On (McIndoe, 1985), © Michael Jackson 1985, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive 2004.
Sponsor this poem
Would you like to sponsor this poem? Find out how here.