Proudly and tall, the blood moon shows,
warm dusky rose, the night bestows.
Sweet copper face, peacefully slow,
wears just a crown glistened by snow.
Time paints the sky, just past midnight,
a silver glow offers insight.
Soft single flame, so small, yet bright,
clings gently to the lunar light.
Old lantern rests on grassy ground,
its quiet gleam, the only sound.
Two distinct shines suddenly bound,
great mystery, no answers found.
Who left it there? Which tale will fly?
traveler lost? pre-planned surprise?
Natural wonder? kind and wise,
gift of delight where stillness lies.
Deeply inhale, hearts and minds spin,
euphoric hues, expand within,
painful bruises depart from chins,
through darkest times, prepare to win.
Dim shadowed sparkles heal deep scars,
soft candle flame, strong eclipsed star.
One guides the path from a worn jar,
the other bleeds both near and far.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 284 April 14, 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕
