-- Blue Moon -–

John Herlihy

The blood-red moon aglow in autumn wonder,

Dripping from its scimitar our hearts to plunder.

The bone-white moon with its cratered face,

Moonlight spread across the pond in misty grace.

The full moon on the horizon fanning its orange flame,

A full moon cannot escape, everyone knows its name.

Forget not the new moon, unseen, draped in black,

Hidden from earth once a month in its lunar sack.

A yellow moon may lift its head amid stars as a daisy,

As we lay there in summer doldrums just feeling lazy.

Ah, then the blue moon that occurs but once a year,

The thirteenth moon whose magic may produce a tear.

We have a betrayer on our hands if the moon is blue,

With two moons in a single month, which one is true ?

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(c) John Herlihy 25 December 2018