See You Real Soon

See You Real Soon

It was in the fern-green month of June

When I set off to seek my fortune

Accompanied by my pet raccoon,

In a race to beat the next typhoon.

I bid goodbye to the bride and groom,

Who were honeymooning in my room.

And we sailed to the vermilion moon

In a big chartreuse hot-air balloon.

I guess you’d call me a buffoon

And say I’m flying to my doom.

But I don’t give a purple prune

Of all your tales of doom and gloom.

As we approached the scarlet moon

The altitude had me a’swoon.

“I hope this place won’t be our tomb,”

I said to my ring-tailed raccoon.

We landed roughly with a BOOM!

Upon a tall cinnabar dune.

Around it many rocks were strewn,

But we had made it to the moon.

Our spacesuits were a deep maroon,

And built in speakers played a tune.

This seemed surreal, like a cartoon,

Or dream of some Tesla tycoon.

Moon marigolds were all abloom,

I breathed in deep their strong perfume.

Their colours were in such volume,

Sangria, flaxen, and mushroom.

We met the famed Man in the Moon

He gave us chocolate macaroons,

And tangerine jam on a spoon.

Low gravity allowed more room.

He offered me a wine filled goon,

Made from the best grapes on the moon.

I said, “Just one, I’m flying soon.

I cannot fly if I’m spewin’.

“To this atmosphere, we aren’t immune,

And we cannot live in a cocoon,

So, we must return to Earth quite soon,

Or else we will risk being marooned.”

He said, “Come back and visit soon

We have a party each New Moon.”

“Of course, if it is opportune.

If not, let’s try to meet on Zoom.”

We got back into our balloon,

Bid farewell to the rouge-red moon.

With more a lift-off than a zoom,

We left that lunar afternoon.

We made it back in our balloon,

And landed on a wide pontoon,

In azure seas near Cameroon.

During a tropical Monsoon.

But soon I’ll be back in my room

Defeating all predicted gloom.

I never had a silver spoon

But that can’t take you to the moon.

So, don’t tell me I am a loon,

Or my striped-tailed best friend raccoon.

Our space adventure was a boon,

We’ll only dance to our own tune.

by John Hansen © 2020

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John Hansen

Longtime poet but not in the traditional technical sense. I enjoy rhyme but like to experiment and dabble in many different forms and maybe even make up some of my own. There is always a message or lesson I want to promote through my writing, for that reason, my poetry generally shies away from the abstract and obscure.

Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction, and thoroughly enjoying this, especially flash fiction.

I have been fortunate to have two poems made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning Israeli/British singer Tally Koren.

My services increasingly in demand as a freelance writer and I have ghost-written the text for a number of children's books and educational tutorials.

It has taken me many years of searching and restlessness to realise that my life's passion is to write. It saddens me that I wasted so many years not devoting to that, but thinking positively, the experiences gained over those years are now wonderful material for my stories and poems.

I want to try to bring a new focus on poetry and try to make it appealing to a new generation of young people and those who thought they never liked or understood it before.

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