Unglazed crescent.
Fear your light should
fall from grace, through
crystal panes.
In early night
blue, an electric,
sharp as any knife.
A promise has arisen
from the middle east, as
desert sands softly glow.
Soon to be gibbous,
not yet full.
Celestial forevers
and on its tail,
Venus the even-star,
sister of the morning.
Cold luminosity
exotic geometry
hung in a childhood’s sky,
and there in rheumy eyes.
Without it why
would I loose a
lycanthrope’s howl.
Or grassland to blood
outside my bars.
Far ocean panting as it
licks the shore,
amorphous too big
for a beast.
Something unnatural
about this moon.
Born spilling red
and silvered fear.
Sizzling
on my counterpane.
©️ Dai Fry 27th May 2020.