wanting to press it
between pages of a book
like a flower or leaf
so I might marvel again
when it slips out, that blood moon
September 27, 2015 by Rosemerry
wanting to press it
between pages of a book
like a flower or leaf
so I might marvel again
when it slips out, that blood moon
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged eclipse, memory, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
Yes, the blood moon is such a treasure. I like the way this poem unpins it from the sky.