As the Sun Wonders, What Were Neil Armstrong’s First Words, Again?—Wea’ve Written Weekly

In her synchronous rotation with Earth

Afloat in a pool of slippery blackness

She speaks in phrases of the moon

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Listeners often misheard short words

That turned the nation’s eyes to the skies

Gave them hope with a simple mission

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Fascinated by mistakes

What people say

What people hear

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Hey diddle diddle, familiar to every Britain,

The moon is an idiom again

It got its name having been smuggled at night

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When we talk

We formulate light

Retrieve words

Memory and move

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And these errors

They rarely occur

But once every three years

With a month full of two moons

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I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Slavery” by Punam Sharma. If you would like to read the poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/06/w3-prompt-10-weave-written-weekly/