Sun and Moon 10
Sun thrusts his fierce face
through night’s dark window
his voice booms out like a golden gong
“What have you done with my child?”
curled and flaming his orange corona
head lucent with a coronet of radiance and fire
his eyes sweep night beneath day’s rug
New Moon pales and fades in a corner
Serpent escapes through a crack in the wall
I love the sun’s aggressive entry in this piece. There is no mist in this morning…
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All well here and nice and sunny. Expecting a big storm tomorrow though. Watch out for those little gnomes …
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Lol…we had snow last night. Hopefully it will be winter’s last gasp!
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It’s headed our way. We’re expecting about a foot (30 cms).
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We only have a few inches on the ground. Stay warm!
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Love the photo of Bird-of-paradise… when I was at Dal I would go up to the greenhouse on the eight floor of the Life Sciences building every day. It was unusual to me in those days and I was reminded of fire, future, innovation, possibility, and so on. Your poem seems part of something larger.
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It’s tied into the old Oaxacan myth cycles of Sun and Moon. Hence the title. Congrats on Crossing the Churn. So glad it’s out.
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