Blood Moon Rising ~ Alison Ehringer

The moon bleeds 

a lovely shade of carmine tonight. 

Drenched in its wondrous glow

the city stands like a haunted house

made of childhood memories.

The shroud of darkness reveals itself

to be a mere blanket under which 

forgotten wonders lie in wait for you.

Maroon drips, burgundy smears, 

cherry slushies on a summer night left 

behind to rot in quiet solitude.

The blood moon is rising, 

and the world is growing wider again

with the promise of change. 

Stars shine pearly white, mirror 

the bubblegum stains and cigarette butts

stamped out on the concrete below. 

The blood moon is rising, 

and so can you.