Sickle Moon
White gold, mist beams, Earth’s cold eye.
Red blood, haze stars, night’s dead sky.
Orange flame, clear rays, heart’s hope known –
Black tomb, ink clouds, soul’s doom nigh.
Written 28 February 2019 for Newman Prize for Chinese Literature
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2019
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