Super blood moon

Coming close to us in the night,
as if it wasn’t quite enough to come
once in a blue moon,
your visit casts a shadow on us,
as you bleed into our night skies
like some mad orange, shadowing
our frosty landscape.

Peach, potato, little boy’s toy,
giant steps planted by a little girl,
picking her way in lace-ups
over the shoreline of the sky.

Pressure on the palm of my hand,
red footsteps burning on the strand,
flaming onto the retina of my eye.

Send us an eclipse, a triple bypass,
a tri-fold omen to obscure the world asleep,
under the duvet of a cold, dark night.