Pink Moon

It was only a little lie, white in colour, 

and soft in texture. It tasted sweet at first,

like fresh peaches or buttercream, when she

invited you for a walk to view the pink moon.

But when you reached for her hand, her fingers 

pulled away, the lie turned sour, and the moon

was not really pink at all. It was white, quite white.

Ross Thompson is a writer from Bangor, Northern Ireland. His debut poetry collection Threading The Light is published by Dedalus Press. His work has appeared on television, radio, short films and in a wide range of publications. Most recently, he wrote and curated A Silent War, a collaborative audio response to the COVID-19 pandemic. He is currently working on several projects including editing a second full-length book of poems.