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Blood Moon
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Blood Moon

Poem By Miss Fairytale

A blood-slice high in
black grows fat as an orange
to a full blood moon.

Speckled with dark pits
in an invisible sky,
masking forever.

A Universe rite
of bleeding colour into
the womb of woman

the chalice of life,
Naked to pure red blessing
Glows fat to the core.

The ancient blood moon
red hot as a setting sun
wanes into cold white.

16th April 2006

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