Aglow

nocturnal eyes

blink

under harvest moon

seek

nightly sustenance

explore

where day eyes avoid

find

treasures aglow

we

will never know

~ Emily C. 10.5.17


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Umbra



felt it coming,
darkness.

earth revolving,
rings aligned,
whispers in false twilight,
shivers in searing sun.
shade becomes night,
shadow shapes mimic
on ground, its clever canvas…
burning crescent eye in sky

while chill takes over skin.
chattering creatures calling
in flitter flight to trees,
day-rise only briefly lit,
morning woke the bees.
cut short sunrise, quietly it quit
as slipping lunar disc
slid, its blackest black
‘cross unseen solar skin,
ne’er seen with naked sight.
moon covers inch by inch —
flying 1800 miles per hour,
umbra turns out the light,
and on the night, it rolls,
a specter, a cosmic ghost
in transit coast to coast.
birds and bees go silent,
squirrels dart into empty dens,
silver light casts omens
in whispered ancestor tongues
of ancient sorcerers gone to past.
yet tears in present eyes are wonder,
witnessing science in eerie silence,
awe in precision trajectory,
rare glimpse
we dare not miss.

coldness lifts as rays return,
shadows dissipate,
animals disoriented emerge,
back to regular clockwork
as if nothing
to see here…

~ Emily C.

8.21.17


Eclipse shadows on my neighbor’s house. So awesome. What a stunning experience.

Tide of Stars

Prayers at the shoreline to distant gods,
mantras and chants for mystery maker.
Dark matter ripples gently move her hair.

Evening storm retreats, trailing shocks strike
as parting clouds evaporate like dried tears
she cried once, for life’s loves, lives lost,

while tidal waves yawn on black horizon,
swallowing all with a smacking crash,
closing in upon her beach this night

until in dark consuming light she sees
tides of stars at her bare feet, collecting
along moondust sand with each lick of waves.

In her graceful aging youth, never to be old,
she smiles — the stars gathered in her palms
chime as diamonds might in a gathered dress

that flows along winds of time — which pauses.
One dainty swirl and scattered again, they fly…
in the distance, a shooting star aims for her heart.

~ Emily C.

 

6.25.17

The Hidden

coyote unafraid,

howls beyond.

moon bows

in reverence,

while chickens

are on the run.

fearless canine

curiously hunts

the hidden.

when sun sets

forbidden faces

appear tracing

nocturnal scents.

blood lets

from veins

severed, attempts

to escape, fail.

tomorrow will only

come for some.

~ Emily C.

2.22.17

Orb

darkness pitted of light

dawn has run in fright

overseen by lunar queen

earth tilts in drunken spins

through contorted arms

fogged sphere leers long

to eyes blinking obedience

sleepily falling in somber trance

lulled by Stygian current

Time’s ether running out

to know tomorrow comes

the luxury taunting its absence

too late to stay awake, drugged

by white orb, its light an illusion

 

~ Em C.

2.11.17

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The photo is mine that I took of the view of the moon outside my bedroom window.