Bloodlight seeps from the hole in the sky,
Silver serenity swallowed,
Sucked into the void,
Where no starlight shines a path
To guide the wanderings of dead souls,
And their murmurings echo
From the brazen roof of the hollow sky.
No red berries this side of the veil,
No magic in sweet juice and leaping silver fish.
In the net of night, cast red and bloody,
Nothing squirms but muffled hope,
Despair drags earthward, and darkness deepens,
In the bloodlight, where no moon shines.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

9 thoughts on “Bloodmoon”

    1. Thanks 🙂 I was listening to the comments from people who’d watched the moon changing colour and they all said how magical and fairylike it was. Weird. Nobody seemed to remember how these kind of phenomena scared the bejaysus out of ancient people.

      1. I woke up about 3 am this morning and looked out of the window, Hmm, there’s a full moon. My, my and went back to bed. We didn’t get the red look downunder. Weather phenomena is how all of the gods came into being. Early man saw lightning as a manifestation of something far more powerful than himself. I was taking shots of lightning a couple of years ago. After looking at some of the shots the lightning looks like tall stick humans. Aboriginal lore is full of stories about the rainbow serpent and lightning gods. Yahweh was an early Babylonian thunder god. Zeus had lightning bolts, so did the Norse gods, it goes on.

      2. So true Jane, one can actually hear and see it. That’s why dogs run away in storms, they think their owner is shouting at them. Strange.

      3. I imagine that dogs would look at us as supreme beings, especially at meal time. I wonder why any god would be remotely interested in the day to day activities of anybody. Let’s face it the universe is so vast it beggars belief, and we’re supposed to worry that god will be mightily displeased if we masturbate. ‘Hmm, I must stop that galaxy from evaporating, hang about, that little Johnny Jones is at it again. Sigh, more dilemmas.’ 😏

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