Another Full Moon.

full_moon_dreamsFull moon rising,

your red dress ripped,

my arms and legs torn

by brambles,

cyphers of blood

writing our story.

 

Deep orange

flooding through veins.

Volcanic passage

erupting

across forests

in which we lay down.

 

Lunatics,

our bodies gone,

lost to the full moon,

unable to breath,

struggling

to hold on to us.

 

Deep power

pouring from night.

The stars are singing

through our reaching flesh

as we touch

the trembling sky.

 

We are lost

with the lost moths,

battering their wings

against the burning

illusion

of eternal light.

 

 Moon image courtesy of Google Images. / Poem by clinock.

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15 thoughts on “Another Full Moon.

  1. Hi John…..moments ago I looked at and photographed the amazing moon tonight……BUT….to see your image and then share your poem….it has come alive……with feeling….with imagery and meaning…..with fiery colour. WOW! A real lasting experience. thank you!

  2. “We are lost
    with the lost moths,
    battering their wings
    against the burning
    illusion
    of eternal light” …… Love these lines, John. ‘with’ is a favorite word and you use it beautifully.

    I’ll have to ‘feel’ my way through this moon perigee though. There isn’t a space between the clouds here. Beautiful la luna all the same…

    1. Jana, your comment inspires as always, thank you. Clouds often hide full moons over Vancouver but we are in midst of a long heatwave so I anticipate clear skies, or more to the point, I ORDER clear skies as this is a Leo full moon…

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