Blood wraps the moon around,
stealing its silvery gown.
Night is crimson-red-violet,
colourful skies hold the starlet.
Moon is dressed,
in coruscating brilliant red.
Night’s glory shines,
as the blood-moon embraces the skies.
Underneath the percolating rain drops in sand, beneath the dew drops rolling down the leaf blades, among the playful waves of roaring oceans, there’s a deep silence, only heard by a heart calm within : Vandana Sharma
10 comments:
A red party dress *smiles*
Even as ominious and sinister as it can seem,
all that blood. I see her as a lady in a red dress.
Most lovely poem which made excellent reading.
Yvonne.
I love how you describe the red moon being dressed... ♡
Oh I wish I could have seen it... but alas it was too cloudy tonight.
"Moon is dressed, in coruscating brilliant red." I had to look up coruscating (great word!) but Wow! A lovely little sketch.
It's a mesmerizing sight. I'm sorry I missed it.
I love the rhyme for the blood...I love the rhyme for the moon....I love the sight one sees just by reading these words. Love the whole phrasing and structure
that is such a love;y poem! the first line is too good!
Oh, this is so lovely.....'a mesmerizing sight' ...indeed :)
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