Blood Moon

by Michele Darnell-Roberts

They disappeared,
leaving me perplexed.

There was no warning,
no ritual to say farewell.

Months later, my body creaks
like an empty barn.

I no longer move in time
with the changing seasons,

for I am autumn and winter
with no hope of spring.

I enter the era of the crone,
wearing clothes as dark as night,

and I think of bones, teeth and skin
rattling in a medicine bag,

waiting to be emptied out
and read as prophecy;

walk the winding path
in the moonlight

leading to white chapped mountains
in the distance.

©Michele Darnell-Roberts

Michele Darnell-Roberts

Michele Darnell-Roberts

Michele Darnell-Roberts has been writing poems (and stories) since she was a young teenager as a therapeutic way of understanding her feelings.  She loves imagery and symbolism and enjoys the discipline of trying to say what she feels in a concise and interesting way. Michele works as a mental health nurse for the elderly mentally ill, an experience which has led her to realise the importance of communciating one's feelings, and, as it were, "not being afraid to cry!.She is also involved in Dances of Universal Peace in which our world's spiritual traditions are danced and sung (mostly in circles) to promote both inner peace and peace in the wider community. There are some beautiful, and powerful, celtic and goddess dances!
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