I’ll Fly You to the Moon

A poem by Chloe Doherty, age 14, Co Donegal

I’d make a rocket for your dreams unfulfilled,

I’d cherish the troubles it took me to build.

We’ll soar beyond blues and bash our goodbyes,

Then land on the moon and seek the sunrise.

Hypothetical guns shooting stars our way,

The sun coruscates and chimes his rays.

Propel to all planets; gain all aspects of light,

A silent universe, our soothing night.

Whimsical visions stand victorious views,

Don’t be surprised when I still stare at you.

For every meteorite in space –

I’d still prefer to see your face.