Moon Fisherboy

Moon fisherboy

Someone unplugged and unscrewed
the moon and the stars.
They were stolen away from us
and we were left with a dark blanket,
covering the surface of the Earth,
under which we must live our lives.

Amid the darkness, in the sky
of a salted night, some of us
sit by the same old sea,
or mountain, or field, or by that river,
where once a sickle moon reflected itself.

Soft wind combs the lonely fields
of broken dreams.

Some of us search for the lost moon and stars,
electricians looking for some spare parts
to screw and plug in again in our hearts,
in the sky of illusions.

Some of us have brushes in our hands
starting the repair job,
painting a new landscape.

Someone plugs in the sun
and when the night comes again
stars and moon begin to shine anew.

The mirror of the sickle moon
reappears on the river waters.

As the ancient legend tells
a fisherboy wants to fish the moon
and put it in his bucket.

Someone laughs at him
and at the impossibility.
But deep inside the boy knows
he is a pescallunes,
a moon fisherboy,
like any other inhabitant
of that small Catalan village.

The fisherboy knows deep inside
our world needs more moon catchers
like you and me,
people with plenty of illusions,
dreams and projects.


© December 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés

80 thoughts on “Moon Fisherboy

    1. You do also see the biggest part of the submerged, Newton. The dream of achieving a better world through nonviolent civil resistance movements following Erica Chenoweth’s ideas is what the majority of the world population wants, except for the powerful oligarchies, who do not want to lose their enormous benefits. It is the same everywhere: Catalonia, Sri Lanka… Besides, I believe in the words uttered by deceased Catalan pro-independence leader Muriel Casals: “We are the dream”. When we work for this together we can change for better.

      BTW, I was just reading about Sri Lanka and its many languages, cultures, religions and ethnicities. Which one(s) are you?

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    1. Yes, I am. Thank you so much for your kind words. I like that you find this humble poem magical and ethereal. We should never forget these two even when we are about to take physical action (I obviously mean nonviolent action!) against any kind of power abuse in this world. Friday 21 December is going to be a new protest day in Catalonia, where I hope we are going to demostrate peaceably, Gandhi-like, against the Spanish authoritarian regime that does not respect human rights and holds 9 innocent Catalan political prisoners (four of them on hunger strike) amongst other things. LOVE, PEACE AND JUSTICE! 🌈☀🌿❤☮

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      1. Marta, I am presently reading the fourth book by an author Carlos Ruiz Zafon who presently lives in Los Angels, California. His stories take place before and after the Franco regime and mostly are centered in Barcelona with many Catalan figures. Although, his characters are place in a fictional story, the situation is based historically in the time frame I mentioned above. He is a very gifted writer and keeps my attention. If you have not read him, he would be worth looking into. But, again, given your knowledge of all things Catalan, perhaps you have. I wish all things good for the outcome of your protest and that these unjustly held people will soon be free. LOVE, PEACE, AND JUSTICE! Be well!

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      1. Received another post, ‘My town in Autumn’. I spent some time in Barcelona ‘many, many’ years ago, seems like a life time ago but I remember as if it was yesterday. Beautiful place to live.

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  1. Hello Marta. Beautiful poem which grips on your emotions. It makes remember W.H. Auden’s Funeral Blues!! But you give it such a deep nuance.
    Je suis touché par ses mots.

    From Saahil

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