When dusk comes in the middle of the day
The sun reduced to a pale ring of fire
What were the ancient learned wise ones to say
When scared superstitious people inquireThat their actions attracted the Gods ire
And now they have to pay the bloody price
To avoid consequences most dire
The most precious they must sacrificeOr the world will turn to cold barren ice
Devoid of all the Sun’s life giving warmth
No longer this Aegean paradise
But eternal night as in the far northAs the sacrifice bled and died they did say
©RedCat
Now the sun will rise again day after day
Written for The Wombwell Rainbow’s Eclipse feature yesterday.
The first picture is one I took on the reflection in our basic pinhole projector, just two papers, one with a pinhole in it.
Read other poems written for The Wombwell Rainbow here.
The world according to RedCat 
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you! 🌞
Beautiful description of the eclipse. :)
Very well done! :D
Beautiful sonnet. Gorgeous picture. Deep.