The moon and the wind-horse

[eclipse]

Dreaming in the trenches, I caught the

red moon and placed it into the eye of the

the wind-horse. We flew-following the smoke

of history, resting in a field we gave shelter

to poppies from souls buoyed on Christly

tears as they made clean the red moon.

[badger11]

Captivating imagery

[David W. Parsley]

I agree with badge about the imagery, lush and enticing. Ambiguous (which may be the intent) sentence structure leaves me unsure I follow the action in the surreal landscape presented. For example, I can't tell who is washing the red moon (presumably still in the wind-horse's eye where the narrator put it): we, poppies, souls, or tears. Then there are the poppies: are they given by the "souls" or are "we" protecting them from those souls.

 

Lovely and thought provoking.

- Dave

[dcmarti1]

made clean the red moon.

 

Jarring! Nice.

[Tinker]

What more can one say. You had me at the title. Beautiful.

 

~~Tink