• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 11

Barley Moon

Blue moon doesn’t cut it anymore.
Why can’t we have pink and purple,
green and orange once a month,
when it swells to full, before being
sliced down to water melon slivers?

Is this just the Netflix mini-series,
the technicolour tale of some young kid
out walking under a deep night sky,
whisked away through wizard incantation
given a hand to see all satellite colours?