Sorcerer's Moon

Whispered incantations cast

In darkened, secret rooms

Will linger 'til this night has passed,

And Morning Glory blooms.

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Familiars will prowl darkened streets

In search of those who call,

While from the alleys, low drum beats

Enrapture and enthrall.

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Cold flesh will tingle, hairs will stand

And unseen hands caress

As long-enamored souls demand

To be allowed ingress.

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Powers black and powers white

Will battle for their goals,

Leaving in their wake the plight

Of unsuspecting souls.

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Flames will flicker, fires burn bright

While victors claim their prizes.

Be wary, friend, for on this night

The Sorcerer's Moon rises.

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This one was inspired by one of my moon photos. On Friday, September 13, 2019, we had a very rare occurrence, as the Harvest Moon fell on Friday the 13th, making it a Sorcerer's Moon, said to have power for those who know how to use it. I'm not particularly superstitious, but it's an intriguing enough subject to write a poem about.

This is a cropped version of a photo taken from my driveway, a few minutes after the moon rose behind a thin layer of clouds. Yes, it was this yellow, and yes, it appeared this flat. The 13" x 19" print has been one of my best sellers, particularly around Halloween.

Thanks for reading!