The Moon Speaks of the Eclipse
I do not feel myself tonight.
Though you should see me full and bright,
I offer dim and rusty light.
My shine is dulled by Earth’s great bite:
She casts a shade across my height,
Blocking the sun, my sole delight.
It isn’t right. It’s not polite
To pass in front and steal my might,
Then stay too far away to fight.
My bloodshot eye glares through the night.
I hope it sparks a little fright,
For I do not feel myself tonight.
My view of the moon was not so clear last night but I was up around 3 am and saw the Earth take a bite of the moon.
© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2014, all rights reserved