the sun gives way to the pull of the moon,
eclipsed by the weight of the clouds.
never before seen, the freedom of gloom,
like a corpse held inside of its shroud.
the dance of manumit unbound waves of surrender,
shedding light, like an old pair of shoes.
oh, the release, from a spell they were under,
somber greens mix with dark shades of blue.
the luminous stars, brightly - dance and sway,
while the penumbral moons eyes are veiled.
the graceful, fluid steps of a theatrical ballet,
the universe, enamored, inhaled.
once awakened from the veiled illusions,
the moon gently adjusts it's rays.
bringing the eclipse to a bewitching conclusion,
leaving us speechless and preserved in a gaze.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
Such a haunting description of that dusky, pumpkin moon found only in the total lunar eclipse. I once got to observe one in my rear view mirror as I drove across South Dakota to the Black Hills. It was incredible. I just have to tell you, we were in St. Louis this past week for our biennial family get together. I kept seeing you all over the place. (In other words, I kept seeing blonde women with sunglasses, lol.) Once you were walking slowly with a friend, using a cane.
You get all the rounds of applause for this one, Kelli. All of them. All. of. Them!
Well- this was lovely and I also had to look up 'manumit'. Vocal creators are truly driving me to increase my vocabulary!