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A little poem about feverishly hot weather as it has been her in Scotland - believe me, a very rare event!!

It's about how things cool down at night before quickly turning milky blue again as it hardly gets dark here at this time of year.

Moon Slips Her Skin

Gillian_ferguson_photo_high_resby Gillian K Ferguson21 Jul 2013

The feverish summer Moon
has slipped her luminous silver skin
to bathe –

there it rocks on the black water.
A gleaming film.

Now her glistening hot stars dive
to dance on frothing glass horses -
like incandescent lilies.

Some moons and stars never return,
drowned by dawn –

washed up on the blue shore
as flatfish, starfish, jellyfish.

With a last luminosity.