Blood Moon Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

They say the moon is red tonight
'Blood Moon' is what they say
is that why my whole afternoon
was shrouded in dark gray?

The hours passed so painfully
I teetered on the edge
of foggy attic latitudes
and rotted window ledge

I knew it would be over soon
but could not stir nor climb
to rise from doldrum attitudes
in prison grip of slime

It's over now and hopefully
the moon again will turn
to silver and a lovely light
not that red searing burn

They say the moon is red tonight
'Blood Moon' is what they say
is that why my whole afternoon
was shrouded in dark gray?