Sue Leigh Poetry



It was not so much the moon

(its aura the colours of oil spilled on tarmac)

that stayed with them

in those strange empty days


when they belonged

neither here nor there


but the earth, fragile


seen from the capsule window

and how at that moment

one of them had remembered

Apollo, guardian of the herds and crops

god of light, god of knowledge





Published in Areté, 2018