“And now, our prompt. I’ve seen some fairly funny twitter conversations lately among poets who are coming to terms with the fact that they keep writing poems about the moon. For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.”
Am sharing a poem I had written earlier on 2/2/2018 for the prompt. It was when the world witnessed the ‘Blood’ moon. I had little inkling of things to come when I wrote the poem. But now in 2021, the poem reads like a forecast of the future- the moon was indeed warning us.
Deep blue, black or was it shades of gray
The sky, that night of January 31st?
Dark and eerie; warned of havoc, storms, tempests at bay
Glowering overhead, a still silence
It seemed to say, “Those ignorant, inconspicuous earthlings below.
A tremor enough to end the violence!“
They watched in awe-
the Moon rising, as fiery as the Sun,
A ball of blood-red, in amazement they saw
‘Where had it gone, their mellow moon?’
Eclipsed at first, it appeared again in all it’s splendor; searing in rage
Showing it’s ire – that over which lovers’ swoon
And as they stood, in earnest humility
A white moon shone, much larger than before
‘They had been forgiven, she had shown them clemency’
Not to be forgotten, the wonder, the fear, the greatness,
Of that night when the skies had shown their wrath,
A reminder to man to mend his ways and actions, harness-
Earth, to man hath been bestowed
The night of the ‘Blue’ moon, the ‘New’ moon, the ‘Super’ moon
Life allowed and living restored
“Oh Dear Man, Do not forget too soon.”
The night of the ‘Blue, Blood’ moon.
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