The colour red/blue/yellow A soul/dream/an idea The night/the moon/the ocean/winter The letter 'A'/a name/speech A swan/an owl/an elephant Music/laughter/a moment A monument/a landmark/a city
I started by plunging my outstretched palm into night, brushing past murky clouds, feeling my way through stars and sulphurous comets. As it surfaced, glinting, I seized my chance and plucked it from the inky sky.
Better off dead than giving in, not taking what you want. The earth was dim, owls lost their way, and the land lacked the lustre of light at night. Not to mention the tides; ripples replaced by mirror-oceans and smooth seas.
I watch my gloved hand trace the contours of mountains, brushing against pine trees.
Boredom. Mostly I’m so bored I could eat myself. One time, I stole a shoal of fish, I nicked a rainbow of parrots from the Amazon, but the moon was the strangest.