Yet another mundane lunar eclipse?
this night the moon goes red
but I find no one who cares
keeping vigil from this valley
I’m certain she breathes it too
though across which ocean
in what province, marriage or lifetime
or less civilized epoch
still I know she sees
her lips water for me
her nectar ripens timely
astonishment cleans her glands
the moon goes blood this night
while billions click their buttons
her black hole suctions me hither
and tuned in I surpass puny science
to dissolve, drenched aflame in her deluge
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Wonderful poem about the passion that is the blood red moon.
Much obliged, Herr Count. 🙂
Good poem, I tried to look at the eclipse, unfortunately clouded by fog here, but I have seeing the same eclipse several times through my life.
thanks. yes, was a pretty evocative one here about 5 or 6 years back as well.