A Spell

by Matthew Stokdyk

More fully titled A spell composed while laying in the grass atop Bascom Hill, under the supermoon eclipse.

the circle stands
atop the hill,
looks o’er the land
and works its will

the moon of blood:
it hangs in th’sky,
with red light floods
the closing eye

at midnight hour
upon the hill,
in grassy bower
of bloody thrill

the moon has died
as shadows eat
away the sky,
the stars defeat

this world is red,
the sky now blood
o’er grassy bed
with sheets now rudd

so conjured we
this bloody show
and danced with glee
‘neath Dian’s glow