Beth Hunt is not only an award-winning writer and poet, she is also the co-owner of the legendary Hemingways bookshop in Hermanus. Lockdown Eclipse is her latest poem. She describes it this way: “It certainly expresses how I feel about the tragedy of the coronavirus. So much joie de vivre is now missing.”
The moon is not masked.
She is beyond the stratosphere of
such mandatory rules and nightly curfews.
I love the moon –
wild in her own wacky way
riding clouds, her celestial chariots winged with birds
a cherub gliding like a blush-cheeked ballerina
across the star-lit stage of the sky.
The moon is the only joy real to me now.
I’m sheltered beneath her timeless yellow smile.
Sometimes she hangs suspended, a round white button
or pinned as a brooch to a velvet cape
night-spangled with bright jewelled lights.
What can she possibly think?
This mango-fizz moon goddess
watching the world’s sanitised society below
pale-faced from a rampant pandemic
seemingly safe, anonymous behind a strip of cloth,
empty-eyed, not knowing which way to go
nor how to make sense of such a global experiment.
I stretch out my arms and look up.
I love the moon
to her I come drinking hope and happiness
from her infinite cup. – Beth Hunt