A poem to celebrate the big red moon that's going to roll into our skies in the early hours of tomorrow. This one was inspired by the last time I witnessed a lunar eclipse.
Blood
Moon
a
harvest spider
rolls
paralysed prey
in
plasma cocoon
a
nicotine thumb
intrudes,
penumbral blot
on
spinster light
old master daubing
rose-gold
flesh with umber
chiaroscuro
earth's
basilisk breath
scorching
elliptical slices
for
amber teeth
till
a raw knuckle
exposed,
blood-smeared
knocks
at our sky
(c) Siobhan Logan 2015
blood moon = red 'totality' of lunar eclipse
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