For My Scientist with a Solar Filter
An acrostic eclipse challenge poem
Everyone eagerly expecting an eclipse experience. Eastbound
Caravans coming from California, cruising and catching
Luna’s lunging and lingering; a lapsing layer, leading to a light lasso. Luna,
Incredibly, and intensely, inhaling and ingesting Incan Inti.
Predicted yet phenomenal power provokes pensiveness and perplexity; passionate people’s protected peepers peeking,
Squinting, supporting special shaded spectacles, seeing the spherical sky star slowly swallowed by sweeping shadows,
Excitedly, enthusiastically, experiencing everything entirely ebony.
About the Creator
B.B. Potter
A non-fiction writer crossing over to fiction, trying to walk a fine line between the two.
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