Every picture.......

........tells a story. This one is in my hall, I liked it because I like images that have a mystery to them, that could have many possiblities.......

Today I got a parcel in the post. A book in which another of my poems has been printed. I am delighted and thought I would offer it today with this picture as one possible interpretation....

The Moon Arose


The Moon arose with unwashed feet
Her darkened face flushed red
My love and I in secret meet
And watched her as she bled

Under her gaze we were complete
Caught in a tangled thread
And ate the fruit of our deceit
Ensnared in Neptune's web

She wiped the knife upon the sheet
Its whiteness now stained red
The Moon now silver and discreet
Unmoved as love lay dead

The Moon she set and watched her weep
Her broken heart like lead
And though her sorrow's dark and deep
This too shall pass they said


Carole Bone