Dance beneath a black moon

It’s Saturday, so it’s time to consult the fridge magnets. The first is one of those apocalyptic ones the oracle often seems to throw at me, so I tried for a second one and produced something lovely and sensual, full of symbolism…and the oracle wiped it clean. Had a third try and she’s clearly in that kind of a mood today. Must be the current state of the world.

 

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to stop the dream,

rip away the mist

and bare the blue breast

of the sky.

Beneath a black moon,

water runs like blood,

rusting  (from) within.

 

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velvet poison,

night air,

ice and fire.

I dance with dark clouds

and sail on the morning star

into eternity.

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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.

6 thoughts on “Dance beneath a black moon”

  1. The refrigerator seems to be possessed… by the poetic magnetic muse. It’s not just for storing peanut butter anymore! Very effective word melding. My magnetic poetry never comes out this sane… nor this poetic.

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