~ Delta Poetry Review ~

Robert Boak Slocum

Mose

Old man Mose

he’s a wise old bird

he fiddle that song

like the rain coming down.

He shake your cares loose

with a laugh down inside

and he make your heart sing

to the time that he set.

Old friend Mose

he’s a diffrent kind of guy

but he look at you straight

he stick out his chest

and he dance all night

so the kids don’t rest.

That old Mose

he can slip through your fingers

he can get in your hair

cause he does what he pleases.

But he make that harp sing

to the time that he set

and he play all night

like the rain coming down.

Moon Lover

I go to the moon’s place,

she’s my dancer tonight.

It’s dark without her,

but I know she’ll appear.

I wait for her by the trees.

She’s a shy one, hidden,

winking behind her covering pines.

I ask her plans, her meaning.

But she giggles and flirts,

a big tease.

Then she takes my hand

and we’re so high

I gasp and yell.

We’re soaring over shadows, beaming.

Until we glide to earth,

she disappears,

a new day.

Robert Boak Slocum grew up in middle Georgia and loved to put things into words from an early age. He studied English and Creative Writing as an undergraduate at Vanderbilt. He published poems in the Vanderbilt Review, the Wisconsin Poets’ Calendar, and short stories in the Journal of Kentucky Studies, Versus magazine. Slocum is the Narrative Medicine Program Coordinator at the University of Kentucky HealthCare. He lives in Danville, Kentucky, with his wife Victoria and their many sight hounds and cats. Email: robert.boak.slocum@gmail.com