Saturday, October 19, 2013

Blood Moon















Once I saw 
this white
wingless stone 
drift up 
as if balanced 
by invisible wings.

I saw it melt, 
then freeze,
lose itself like a face 
vanishing at night,
like white fire 
turned to ember.

I was afraid 
of what infinitely 
surrounded it – 
those things 
older 
than love and death.


Blood Moon was originally published with a different title in Windless Orchard.


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