On the Night of the Blood Moon

On the Night of the Blood Moon

Last night I rose to watch the full eclipse––
a blood orange moon, full in the dark night sky,
around it, scattered stars and tall palm tips.

It was as though in this world, only I
watched the last fingernail of glowing moon,
chewed at by shadow, slowly wane and die.

And then the night birds with their lonely croon
gave timbre to this darkened night soon joined
by lonely burro, braying for the moon

as though they mourned for vision now purloined
or simply sang for joy of adding to
the beauty of this dark moon newly coined.

Then once again the moon’s edge came to view.
Earth moved aside in favor of the sun
and for an hour, I watched as moonlight grew.

Then sought my bed, the pageant not yet done,
as light increased and shadow slowly waned.
Inevitably, once more light had won.

The ending known, no mystery remained.

For Tourmaline’s Halloween Challenge: Blood

3 thoughts on “On the Night of the Blood Moon


    Funny; last night I was exited about the beautiful full harvest moon, coming up in a completely clear sky here. It was huge as it came up over the hills in the East, but I was already in bed. Then this morning I watched it go down in the west while Tami and I were taking our early morning walk, and got a photo of it. At the same time a full sun was coming up over the hills in the east. It is rare to see both one coming up and the other going down at the same time. Good poem and good description of how the animals and birds act in an eclipse, as I have noticed the same as you describe in your poem. When I located my house spot, I positioned my bedroom windows so I could see the sunrise in the morning and moon coming up in the evening. A pleasant way to wake up or to go to sleep.


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