Unblinking, coal-gem ringed,
The moon is a leopard’s stalking-death eye:
Cold-hot fixed intensity
In the star and cloud printed
Flung wide and far cloak of a sky;
Stretched full-tight on the cruel tenterhooks
Of heaven’s Frames.
Claws that have known blood (and will again) –
Sheathed and still in predator pads –
Rest in balanced pre ambush assassin tension
On civilisation’s compromised horizons.
Twitchless attack-habituated tail is iron disciplined,
White intelligent intuit-whiskers gauge the air; dividing
Life’s remaining brief clocks
Into ever smaller periods
Oh my! That’s a very very interesting way of looking at the moon! 🙂
Blame a stunning programme I was watching at the time.
You might be able to find it with the link here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b0547mgd/natural-world-20152016-1-africas-fishing-leopards
very visual…so much so I’m not wanting to go out when that moons about 🙂
I love your aggressive moon. Absolutely adore.
Great to have you back: thanks for the feedback.
Surprising and inspring metaphors. A great read!
silently
witnessing
everything
ain’t that the ever livin’ truth ?