Mark Schutter is Guest Hosting Free Write Friday this week. I am delighted to have some time to get back to posting on writing challenges. This week’s prompt is timely and inspiring.
Here is your prompt – let’s see what magic the autumn Hunters or Blood Moon conjures up!
VegaStar Carpentier captured this image of a Hunter’s Moon from Paris, France on Oct. 30, 2012 using a Canon EOS 1000D. October’s Full Moon is called the “Hunter’s Moon” or “Blood Moon”. It is the first Full Moon after the Harvest Moon (the Full Moon nearest the Autumnal equinox) and it gets its name from hunters who tracked and killed their prey by autumn moonlight, stockpiling food for the winter ahead and marked hunting season in North America.
Photo Credit: VegaStar Carpentier Website – http://www.space.com/18307-blood-red-hunters-moon-photo.html
The blood red moon hangs low
an all seeing orb, a fortune tellers crystal ball,
accusations and desperate cries absorbed in its craters.
Stealth of foot the men hunt in packs
Wrapped in warm fur,
no part of an animal wasted.
Mortal skin shielded from the bitter cold of night.
The Sanguine Moon knows too much, sees too much,
Weeps as it guides the Autumn hunters to their prey.
In the fields the harvest has been reaped.
The men pack speeds up,
pursuing life for food.
Night hides their shadows
the blood moon stays silent
hanging in the shame of a black sky.
The men pack waits
for foxes to come and eat from the fallen carpet of grain.
They take home their food for winter.
The blood red moon will once again
be left alone,
lighting up the land that snared the animals.
Snow will come, the ground will freeze
all trace of this pillage will disappear,
just like the Hunter’s moon.
Casting out little light
Growing weaker as the
The Blood Moon and the
men pack will return next year.
The cycle will resume.