Here I am glancing at her –
big pale cratered ball
in immense cold dark blue –
and, just like coyote howling,
elicit no response.
For “Moon” at Inspire Me Thursday.
For some inexplicable reason, I’d thought that “The moon is a harsh mistress” was the title of or a line from a poem by somebody like Thomas Carew or Andrew Marvell. Well, this is definitely not so – it is the title of a science fiction novel by Robert A. Heinlein.
I enjoyed the poem and also the author’s note, I would have thought the same as you did