Strawberry Moon

Niamh Clarkson

The fifth of June,

My Strawberry Moon.

Without you

But I guess that’s just the way it has to be.


The pink radiates,

Lights up the sky in its own way.

Do you think it’d be prettier with you here,

Instead of where you are?


Would the strawberries be extra ripe?

Extra juicy?

Would they not need sugar?

Or even cream?


My Honey Moon,

Oozing with colours of amber,

Lights up the skies of June.

Let my body bloom.



My Rose Moon,

Won’t you be mine soon?

If only it was my Rosie Moon

Instead of such a lonely June.

Photography: Adam Clifton