Today, my son Rowan and I discussed the super blue blood moon, and I read a poem about the moon that was inspired by something he said to me a few days ago.

Moon Horse

I heard of a language with no words for colors.
They must have seen my moon horse running,
a cloud of light rising from the black page of the sky.

Is a half moon a golden bowl?
Silver is silver. Gold is gold.

Moon is moon.

In a moon house,
my mother: the moon-haired lady- the ashes of time turning everything moon.

Winter-white moon,
alabaster dogtooth. The dark-half dove like the skin of a porpoise.

Wood smoke moon,
a fawn-spotted sand dollar, oyster biscuits and a sandcastle tan.

Lemon butter moon,
pineapple blonde. Daffodil medallion of a dijon underneath the lid.

Blood orange moon,
ginger-fire tangerine, apricot rustbelt cantaloupe cider.

I heard of a language with no words for colors.
They must have seen my moon horse running,
a cloud of light rising from the black page of the sky.

You can see me every Wednesday from 7-10pm at a little roadhouse on highway 54 outside Chapel Hill, North Carolina called The Kraken. This Friday, February 2nd, I’ll be doing my first full-length reading performance at a private residence in Carrboro, North Carolina. You can email me or private message me on facebook or twitter, and I’ll give you the directions and details.

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Jonathan Byrd

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