The Blood Moon

For dVerse Poets Pub, Lillian has the prompt there. We are to write a poem using the word shed. This is also for Real Toads Tuesday Platform.

The Blood Moon
“He is burning, burning in the twilight.
He is burning, turning to face us.” Wang Chung Fire in the Twilight

last night the blood moon shed its skin
peeling off its pale yellow skin
to proudly display the blood red underneath.
Under the trees in the forest
the wolves ran –
the strong alpha male breaking the snow,
at the back of the pack
the beta male bringing up the rear,
the females and cubs strung out behind
the rest of the pack circled around them,
shadows against the snow –
the blood moon above casting light for their path.
the leader stops and howls.
a bitter windless night.
The moon gazes without pity
and sheds its skin


Blood Moon 2019

 

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