Monday, September 28, 2015

Lunar Eclipse

Well, we saw plenty of the Pope here in Philadelphia this weekend but sadly, none of the mega-supermoon lunar eclipse.  How about you folks in other parts of the world?

For those of us who missed it, a poem I wrote many years ago during a chilly winter lunar event -- the triangulated dance of sun, earth, moon.

Lunar Eclipse

slide between the gold that is you
the cold that is everything else

dim the snow-mirrored
night light

soften the tangle
of bare branches

lick at the edges
like icing from a cake

curl around my back
and hold me there

our warmth spilled
on the ember moon

clouds of our misted breath
mingled with the red stars

(c) Beth Feldman Brandt 2008

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