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  • Writer's pictureCaleb Parkin

NaPoWriMo 15: Bloodshot Moons

A blood(shot) moon.

Further poetry catch-up. Here’s my terza rima from Tuesday…From which I learned that terza rima is HARD to make sense and execute elegantly. I’ve done my best!

As you may be able to surmise from the title, it’s about the current tetrad of blood moons – although not in an apocalyptic way – and about eyes.

(If you’re reading this and also wear contact lenses, perhaps the odd experience of looking into your eye and wiggling the plastic retina back and forth (like a little eclipse) to make it more comfortable, may resonate…)

Bloodshot Moons

These hours, when shining faces become slurred

the centre of my eyes are inverse moons:

their two gasping auroras speak the word

water. For midnight here is scorched high-noon,

when plastic sight eclipses. Space is blurred

and my dry lens is a dish for the spoon

of tomorrow morning’s lost ellipses.

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