This week’s create date was spent in Gladstone Park at 6am on Thursday morning.
On the off chance that you’ve been buried in a creative cave this week, as I was for a day or two, a blue moon, super moon and blood moon all coincided on Wed night/Thursday morning.
- A blue moon is when you get a second full moon in a calendar month, as we have this January.
- A super moon is when the moon is unusually close to Earth, making it bigger and brighter.
- And a blood moon is a moment during an eclipse when the moon appears red.
I was having a news blackout so I missed all that action on Wednesday night, didn’t even know it was happening. But very, (very!) early on Thursday morning, I looked out my bedroom window and saw the largest, brightest moon I’d seen for years.
(The confluence of blood, blue and super hasn’t been seen since 1866).
“Create date!” came the thought and within minutes, I was banging the door behind me, and heading for the park. Not even the joggers were up.
Afterwards, this poem came:
I half-walk, half-jog, through night light,
across pavement cracks, past frosted
garden trees and winter flowers, our
settled suburb, towards the park.
The moon seems to have dropped
towards earth, showing something
of its fantastical expanse, its true size,
and the borrowed light it glosses silver
and always makes its own, was surely
never more silver, nor more bright than
tonight. Its kindly magnitude pulls me on.
Yesterday, I was asked to take a step
away from the city that sleeps
now, under the silver sheet thrown
over it by this moon, which hangs
over the parkland before my face,
a dazzle and delight. (Later I will learn how,
in the night, it had been eclipsed, and shown
blood. And how such a thing comes rarer
than a century’s turn.) Eclipse over,
it shines out its heart for me, for the trees
for the grass beneath us. We’re all glowing,
the color of a spider’s web after rain,
and suspended, breathing in moonshine
as the city starts to stir and stretch
its morning arms, we stand still with the moon–
blue moon, blood moon, supermoon– held
between bright night and dawning day.
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