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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Day the 15th--Prose Poem--Harbinger Moon

I'm doing a prose poem today. Actually I did it during the eclipse last night. So here it is in all its glory:

Harbinger Moon

I saw the moon die
It dimmed
Until only a Cheshire Cat smile
And then it blinked 
The hole it left
Washed the sky
In blood.
Sailing through a
Stygian firmament
Igniting a million billion scattered sparks
The harbinger moon
Lay waste the sky on its demise
Comets streaked across black velvet
Burning out in 
The blood-silver galleon's wake.
Yet wait!
A tiny spark ignites
And sets the rim aflame.
The orb, 
In dread majesty emerges
Once more to set the sky,
Its domain,
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

1 comment:

  1. You know, you could make me learn to like poetry more. lol