Tag Archives: moon

Blood Moon

the Sea of Tranquility

named by an imaginative soul

yet not a sea at all

a burnished, basalt hole

sunken eye watching humanity toil

a pockmarked director of tides

conducting diurnal rhythm

as we squander, as we spoil

heavenly, cyclic conductor

my monthly crimson hymn

whispers to your balsamic phase

 a veiled face reflecting

in your lakes of saturnine solitude, of sorrow

floating weightless in Mare Fucunditatis

childless in my ferrous scented tomorrow

Moon Song

Wake up…

I’m the light at your window ledge

the translucent dimmed rays

by yonder garden hedge

 

I’ll soothe you in delicate lunar shine

as tendrils a twinkle over eyelash meet

cajoled in dreams to be ever mine

then drip heavy with nectar, my sweet

 

Before dawn I’ll fade into the infant blue

slipping gently from the ebony cloak of night

toiling with tides as I bid you adieu

a love weary, cratered satellite

 

 

Image courtesy of NASA, December 1972. The large crater near the center of the image is the 20 km diameter Pytheas,

Two moons of Saturn

We are two moons of Saturn

you and I

 

Floated on a set trajectory

you my Titan

Bold and cloaked in ammonia veils

I your Hyperion

a porous remnant

susceptible to cosmic influence

bonded in celestial resonance

 

Sometimes as you pass

I hear your cryovolcanos spew

a humming firmament

beneath murky methane clouds

and you hide hydrocarbon oceans

in frigid darkness

 

And I am set into a chaotic rotation

a child’s broken spinning top

no magnetic poles mark my iced canyons

pitted and aged by

ancient asteroid assault

 

Tumbling through the abyss

you and I

 

 

For all you moon inspired, night sky gazers.

Titan Image courtesy: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute, June,9 2017 (Cassini Orbiter)

As we sleep

via Daily Prompt: Distant

 

Venus clings to the moon this night

Coyly bathed in his glow, so bright

She makes herself small to appease his lunar ego

So frail

after the pockmarked, crater malady of his youth

 

But, a universe-al truth: she is the greater one

calmly soaking fresh heat from the Sun

before spiralling into the distant celestial deep

wrapped in sulphurous cloud veils

as we sleep