Super Blood Moon…

Super Blood Moon Eclipse

Neighbors drift by, faces upturned. The sky
is fallen dark; we curse the clouds and call
for blood, for ruby, crimson, rust -- we all
unite; our social networks breathe a sigh

of joint frustration. But some can see
where we can not; pictures arrive in wine,
maroon, magenta, burgundy, carmine 
and why so many names for blood? Have we

such a cursed history? I teach the war,
as told in poets songs and writers tales;
I cant escape the broken-hearted wails.
And yet, my child and I have looked for more,

curled in my bed -- penumbra, umbra, dark.
She sleeps. I watch and trust the light returns  oh, hark!

*****

9/27/15, 10:23 CST

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *