Blood Moon
Published in
Jun 14, 2021
The Blood Moon hangs gothically
The winter mist wafts
The lunar eclipse has slunk across the night sky
Hiding and revealing, a slow moving haw
For the first time in her life
From the hospice balcony
The widow with cancer has time for
The mysterious beauty of a Blood Moon
Her grandson squirms with impatience and delight
Grandma, it’s coming it’s coming can’t you see
She laughs and cuddles playing the part
Her smile shrouding living with a dead heart
Eighteen months ago she given three
Mortality revealed for all to see
Imagine that time on the block
Waiting for the guillotine to drop
2021 Ben Murphy
