This poem was written by upper sixth-former Hugh Jones
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What colour is the moon?
Our language reaches, but falls short of
Grasping that ephemeral beauty,
Too sublime to be caught in words.
What colour is the moon?
Grey? Yes grey, but richer than a single hue;
Rather a thousand, layered with majestic artifice
– With halo celestial the pale disk crowned.
What colour is the moon?
White? Yes white, but not so innocent,
Carrying a darker beauty, deliciously marred-
Tainted by the sins indulged in her light.
What colour is the moon?
Silver? Yes silver, yet unlike that imperial spoil,
The celestial orb hangs beyond grasping man’s
Grasping tongue, indescribable, and thus, unconquerable.
By Hugh Jones
The Unchained Library 