S o icy round
the wolf’n eye
soft and round
the riding breast
roundness
in the grande dame’s fear
a circle round
the blood moon’s crest
when this cold moon
shines red and full
there is danger
in its sanguine light
best stay put
lock tight your doors
most brutal death
is afoot tonight
there are lies
within this circled moon
that surround
this cruel charade
they gather
and collect the tears
‘til midnight’s debt
is fully paid
‘til innocence
is found to want
and purity
so deep defiled
as cold and soulless
lupine eyes
cleave this night
in red and wild
and all that once
was tender
will on this night
turn beastly raw
let guilted hearts
be locked away
to deny at dawn
the truth they saw
*
rob kistner © 2021
* Last night was a super flower blood moon.
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I love how you made your moon seem to draw the dangerous and wild… my moon is giddy and sweet.
The moon affects Bjorn, it stirs my wild blood. A genuine reason for my insomnia — also writing in the spell of night is most fruitful and enjoyable for me.
Lupine loveliness, and the only song you left out was WEREWOLF IN LONDON, “and his hair was perfect”. I chose, as you know, the blood moon take on that prompt, but I love your full tilt lupine boogie.
I had definitely thought of Warren’s song because I really like it. In the end, I leaned to the sophisticated nature of Sting’s piece. Then I couldn’t stop posting Gordon’ fantastic tunes!
Oh bloody good stuff, Rob. I love the structure and especially appreciate the 2 closing stanzas. Lunariffic.
Thank you Ron. The last two verse were my attempt at a Poe homage?
Wolves – intriguing animals, sometimes loners sometimes social in their packs, often dangerous – and they certainly love the moon. I enjoyed the chilling portrait of the wolf’s dark side, Rob, but, paradoxically, a wolf can be a faithful companion, especially if raised from a cub.
Thank you Kim. I find the moon and night animals fascinating — wolves, coyotes, owls, and the like. I relate because my circadian rhythms are keyed to night. Really love the night, thd quiet that is filled with sounds. The safety of the cover of darkness — and the danger. It all gets my blood flowing.
I’d love to hear this read in a dark pub … Maybe on Halloween. I must say I’ve never thought of the moon that way, so it’s refreshing to now. Like Kali, giver and taker of life.
I used to feature recordings of some of my poems on my sight. It was fun Colleen. I have fallen away from it though.
In my mind I heard your voice, making it all the better.
I write things that I would enjoy reading Ken. The sound of it spoken often often impacts my word or phrase choice.
Excellent – “and all that once
was tender
will on this night
turn beastly raw”
Thank you Ron! 🙂
I love your descriptor of, “…interpretive gothic tale…”
Truly mesmerizing as those under its spell are held still until……
They can’t say they weren’t warned:
“when this cold moon
shines red and full
there is danger
in its sanguine light”
“Moon Over Bourbon Street” is a perfect song to go with it!
Glad this resonated for you Lisa. Sting is in my personal hall of fame. 🙂
Poetically stunning. The blood moon inspires the creativity in us all. Love this poem.
Thank you so much Charlie!
This is gothic, exciting, lustful, romantic…what more could you ask of a Blood Moon?
My favorite Ingrid, is dangerous! 😉
Making sure my doors are locked tightly to avoid this bloody moon and the maniacal creatures afoot. Great scary ambiance, Rob.
Thank you K, and yes, we must always beware… 🙂
I admit to confusion between the blood moon and the flower moon, and, being little goody two-shoes, I much prefer the latter, but you certainly brought the blood moon to terrifying image!!
OK Bev, here goes.
The 1st moon in May is always called the Flower Moon. (a 2nd May moon would be called a Blue Moon)
A moon in total lunar eclipse is called a Blood Moon.
A moon that has its orbit closest to the earth is called a Super Moon.
Yesterday’s moon was a Super Flower Blood Moon.
…are you confused yet Bev… 🙂
Lotta wet tooth here, Rob. A throat of repast, its cup running over.
…drip …drip …drip — 😉
“when this cold moon
shines red and full
there is danger
in its sanguine light”
“all that once
was tender
will on this night
turn beastly raw”
I especially like the way you worded these sections. But I think the moon in your picture is actually a gum ball at the bottom of a tiger’s blood snowcone. Sometimes cold isn’t a bad thing.
… tiger’s blood snowcone, hmm, might be Shawna… 🙂 Thank you for your kind words!
So very interesting these verses on the moon that seem so long from the moon that passes over my head, the one that sheds light and guides my course in the night. It’s great to hear from the dark side of the moon. Happy mooning, Jason
Thank you Jason, very much… 🙂 …but Pink Floyd will always be my favorite “Dark Side of the Moon”!
Your blood moon is really drawing blood in this poem. A dark and sinister story fit for frightening.
I think I will stay inside and lock the doors.
a cold blood moon
makes night things swoon!
…yeah, better stay inside tonight Dwight. 🙂
to deny at dawn
the truth they saw
I love the tinge of humour in cautioning the inherent danger when all others are gleefully waiting, anticipating a spectacle not to be seen for the next 150 years. Great write Rob!
Hank
Thank you Hank! 🙂
I loved this scary moon Rob. Something to scare the children with when they are toasting marshmallows!
Just scare I hope, not terrify?
oohooooo. this is haunting and mystical, Rob! can imagine the red orb lighting and sneaking with such magical eyes
Thank you Rosemarie!
It felt like an incantation as I read your poem – a dark, mysterious warning. Ooh, shivers !! Brilliant.
Thank you Marion!
You expressed well this blood (and blood thirsty) moon, and all the creatures of the night who go with it. I’ll stay inside. ????
I am the complete opposite–total morning person.
Think I spent too many years, of my early adult life, in bands playing in clubs and bars until 2:00 AM Merril. I’d leave the stage so wired I’d not get to sleep until 3-4:00 AM. I believe it hard-set my circadian rhythms, imprinting a deep chronobiological pattern in my psyche, such that I have had insomnia for years now, requiring medication to get to sleep before 3:00 AM. Even when I was finished with performing,I enjoyed a career that leaned towards later hours 12PM-12AM, and permitted me to sleep-in in the morning. Love the night and post-midnight hours. I now require only 4-5 hours of sleep. Perhaps there is vampire somewhere in my lineage? Starting life as a bastard orphan, and only in recent months learning who my birth parents actually were — I know very little about my blood ancestors.
A lot of tension in your night! Fortunately, the moon here was light and benevolent…
I am pleased Kerfe! 🙂
Ooh, a dark and creepy cloak-and-dagger moon! Great poem, Rob. Hopefully it’s safe to go out now! 😀
Thank you Sunra — just be careful! 😉
a classical feel to this, in how the rhyme and cadence carried along the lycan theme ~
Thank you grapeling!