The moon, a day before full,
hung suspended low to the
horizon
just above the tree line
hauntingly, disquiet settled
on us
It wasn’t the buck moon this
day
No it was a Blood Moon,
a harbinger, a foretaste
the crying in heaven
when the sixth seal is
broken
awakening the awful power
of the Judgment.
Sky still and ashen gray
thick with clouds,
foreboding,
that would spawn thunder and
fury
Thin enough for the ash to
yield
to the dark blood moon
Round and terrible
unsettling and intriguing
like passing an active car
wreck
looking for the twisted metal
and praying for the people
Edited March 1, 2013
“Blood Moon – v2”
July 11, 2006 21:39
“Blood Moon”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/07/blood-moon.html
the Mumbai train bombings happened this same day
the Mumbai train bombings happened this same day
I cannot remember whether this poem was reflective of that
or not
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