Moon Over Lamana Hotel, Port Moresby

Simply beautiful...

After the Sarong and Talent judging night for the Miss South Pacific Pageant on Friday, 26th November, 2010, we came out of the Lamana  Hotel where the contest took place and as the crowd – the non-Gold Club crowd that is – began to leave the Hotel parking lot, I automatically reached for my camera.

The sky above was aglow with the most awesome moonlight.

As I stood and admired the moon above, I recalled as a child a song I was taught about the moon which goes something like, “…moon, moon, beautiful moon…”. That’s all I can remember unfortunately.


Looking up at the heavens above on that evening I also thought, “…the moon is also shining over England and over all my friends and loved ones…” – I held on to that thought. It was a moment in time. It was as if I had just left England only the day before.

Moonlight....inspiring songwriters everywhere especially in the beautiful Pacific islands...

As a songwriter, the moon and moonlight always inspire me.  Some of the most memorable songs, at least to me are about the moon and moonlight. Some of the most memorable songs are classics, in my humble opinion and they remain some of my favourite songs for as long as I can remember such as:

“Moonlight and shadows…” – Hawaii

“Moonlight on the beach at Korolevu…” –  Fiji

“Sail along Samarai moon…” – Milne Bay Province, PNG

and many more…..

Through the mango leaves...a sight to behold

Whilst people were saying their goodbyes to the MSSP contestants and taking photos with them, there was much happy noise around but I just focused on taking shots of the moon – over Lamana that evening.

Another shot of the moonlight phenomenon
Somehow the Hotel looked different looking at it under the moonlight

As I walked away, I couldn’t help thinking that just over a year ago, I was taking pictures of the moon over Middlesex, England…what nostalgia I felt.

A sight to behold...anywhere on this Earth.

I recalled a poem I learnt at Primary School many many moons ago…”The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear and the stanza where it says, “…and hand in hand at the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon, the moon. They danced by the light of the moon”.

The Girl, The Moon And The Memories…

A sight that soothes the spirit...

The part of nature that still baffles me is a full moon at dusk. During the Fall last year and in Spring this year,  this seems to be a normal sighting in the sky as I am walking to the tube station or walking home.

Coming from an island, the moon and moonlight are the symbols of romance, peace and tranquility. As a songwriter, the moon and moonlight feature prominently in my songs of nostalgia, romance, love and peaceful surroundings.

I grew up on a small island in the Milne Bay Province and one amongst Papua New Guinea’s six hundred islands. We did not have television. My family owned their first ever radio in the mid-60s.  Anyway, the moon and moonlight like the the sun, the ocean, the breezes, the tides etc are a big deal on the islands ever since I can remember. What I’m trying to say is that these things of nature were so influential in a girl’s life  growing up so far from the bright lights of towns and cities.

One of my favourite poems that feature the moon is “The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear. My Grade Six teacher set my class a homework assignment: to learn a poem and recite it in class. I memorised Lear’s poem. I so enjoyed this assignment. The part that has moon in it is the third and last verse when the Owl and the Pussycat decided to get married and went in search for a ring which they found with a Pig in the woods.

“Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring? ‘Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,

The moon,

The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.”

The words of the poem and the lilting rhythm has remained with me ever since.