Friday, 27 March 2015

ECLIPSE: a poem by The Mowdog...


Gloom hung at the windows,
Dulling the bright prospect
Of a clear March morning.
Yet this was a deception,
For the moon was heaving, crawling
A dark path,
Eclipsing and blackening
A blinking sun, so appalled,
That its crescent, moon-like aspect,
Quite indignantly scrawled
A mere pallid, helpless warning…

Pete Ray
March 2015

The latest eclipse, just about pictured through high cloud in Solihull...

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