Halloween Twins Poem by kathleen bartholomew

Under the blood moon at the Luna eclipse,
shone the golden liver eagle.
Looking for her twin
her mate, gone to knit a scarf
to the flashes of the disco lights
crossed legged on the floor.
Tribal dancing around her
The Queen chants for her King
-knit one pearly one.

Tonight under the blood red moon,
all twins shall be tied- necked
with the scarlet scarf, and united,
the tassels are castles
who dwell in Gemini’s
twin turrets, twin towers

tonight the earth’s core explodes,
forces through, pulling apart the tectonic plates.

Twins are molten, moulded
together under milk moon dust, born-
turbulent twins, twisted together and knitted,
scarved with silk or wool, gossamer or cotton,
wound and bound and sacrificed.
We aspire to be,
born free.