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 inquire
That 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 sacrifice
Or 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 north
As 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.