#go moon

[wauryd]

One thing I hadn’t expected when the eclipse happened, watching from the 16th floor of my work building, was the CLAMOR when the eclipse became total 😂

[lizlourdes]

IV. Lunar

This is my fist on broken glass, small and pale enough to be a star, if you kept one eye closed. I have seen too many poems telling me that I am the moon and it felt like they were telling me I was second best, the silver to his gold. Now I know it was no mistake to put me in charge of the dark. I am breathing in the silent clouds and exhaling night so cool it rustles the trees, it trembles the Earth in the same way a river, smooth and sharp, shakes a canyon. I make the valleys quiet when I speak; I have the tides on my fingertips and hurricanes behind my eyelids and my heart pounding for the next time someone challenges me. I am rising over mountains all on my own, stretching forests and fields and oceans out and up, out and up. He may say that I wax and wane and wander, temperamental, not worth the time of day. I am not moody, I am violent. When I bleed, I do not hold back until my eyes roll into my head and the seas are red and the sharks, all jagged teeth and paper cut fins, are feasting on the severed arms and bits of legs of bastard men who spat at my feet. When I glow, full and ominous, Persephone's hamartia alone in the darkness of it all, they stare and I let them, let them awe and label my forms as if they did not already know that they are all one, dangerous and terrible and everything at once. I am too powerful to reflect a man's light; my presence too strong to be a vector for someone else's greatness. In this metaphor, he is not the sun. In this metaphor, I am not a second-hand landmark in my own universe. In this metaphor, I change my shape, I change my color, I change my surroundings, and I am not afraid to be alone.

[3tscroat]