Red Moon, black clouds
downcast eyes, you are my shroud.
Bleak forecast, unsure feet
beating heart I let your ice hand creep.
I’ve walked these streets before, sure
but I don’t dare take a right or left.
Snow banks block in between the brick buildings,
color of the skin, which I am bereft.
This is my warpath,
where eventually snow turns to ash.
This is a one way street
but if I didn’t want it to be,
I could shriek, I could shriek.
No, I will follow the Red Moon until I reach the half-gate.
I will follow, like the breath in front of me, and dissipate.
My Journey will come to an end
when I decide to reach the doorman,
and he will ask for my coat
but not before he boasts.
Silver-backed smoke curls around the half-made columns
this is the broken jaw of man.
Don’t stare into the snow or face this kingdom’s alumns,
instead bathe in the blood of the lamb.
Let beauty blossom droplets upon the snow
a soft kiss laid on my heart which pisses glass.
I am not among this class.
I need to run fast!
I need to run fast, but my limbs grow heavy.
They call this: the fever of the spine.
They said: give it time, give it time.
Just lay brick in front of you
and you will shine, you will shine.
No, I will follow the Red Moon until I reach the half-gate.
I will follow, like the footprints behind me, and dissipate.
Last stop; mind the gap.
Future is fortunate, and it’s fallen in your lap.
“Salvation” is whispered with salty tears and sandpaper throats,
I’ve found the doorman beckoning to take my coat.
“I’ve seen greater men than you flicker;
ones with young eyes and old tickers.
I’m no great prophet, and this is no great matter.
Decry half-truths and false teeth, let the lies yawned shatter!
But alas, I’m glad the ice hand crept
and you’ve decided to place no bet,
but pour please the shards of your heart tattered
upon my rose-swirled silvered platter.
Now, may I take your coat? It’s frigid.”
Red Moon, black clouds
downcast eyes, you were my shroud.
Bleak forecast, prepared feet
beating heart, I let your, I let your…
The universe has squeezed into a clementine in my gut.
My vocal chords will rip to ribbons, but I must, God dammit I must!
Lament the image
fight the blight.
Shake the pillars and cry:
“Let there be light!
Let there be light!”
It's Aplomb 
Hmm 🤔 I am in need of an explanation to know if I truly understood this piece.
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What do you think it’s about? I love to hear your untarnished thoughts and see if they match up with the story I was trying to tell 🙂
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Well I have a hard time understanding the symbolism of the red moon honestly. It’s clearly an objective to reach for the POV character. I at first felt like the character suffered through the slings and arrows of time and judgement of other people and believed that the doorman represented death. He mocks the POV character. But the end has me confused. Why is there a need for light ? What is the red moon then? It’s interesting and really well written by the way. So much so that I cannot make heads or tail of it. I would perhaps need to spend quite an amount of time to fully understand it. One or two readings are not sufficient. Good job.
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You’re spot on about the doorman. The POV character is less worried about judgement of others and instead has a more internalized indecisiveness. His character is without strong attributes while he has wandered through life, through time. The Red Moon is a symbol, sure, yet I’m not even too sure what exactly. What I do know is that it’s a destination. Just like an old seafarer sailing in the ocean using the stars to guide him, the POV character is using the Red Moon to reach the doorman. The POV character is contemplating suicide. That’s the bare bones of the poem. It’s the biggest decision the POV character has made his life; quite possibly the biggest decision he will ever make. The “let there be light” quote is from Genesis when God was creating the Earth. It’s an affirmation that the POV character has decided to, at the end of it all, make a life rather than destroy one. I hoped that answered some questions! Thanks for the warm words, friend! I appreciate it 🙂
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Oh interesting view on things and a great piece of writing! I can appreciate it a lot more thanks to your explanation, thank you for that! So a reversal from ending life to giving life. Interesting! I wonder what got the pov character there. Perhaps the pangs of remorse? It’s part of the story that we do not know. This piece offers a window into someone’s life. As I read I forgot that the character was a character and began seeing him as a person. That means you did an excellent job! Once more thank you for the explanation! It’s nice to see the thoughts that went into this.
Warm regards,
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