A poem for the wolf moon:
*source text from By Blood We Live by Glenn Duncan, p.96-97
I have fire, the man said,
the storm is coming.
Freely give
of your full moon heart
or feel the teeth
of the cold.
The open belly
of the beast
is warm death.
And yet
the god of the wolf moon
will carry
your darkness away.
Sunra Rainz 
💛💙💚
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Ay. I’m someone who has to turn away from nature shows when lions or wolves bring down some poor animal. I know they have to eat and i love them, too, but I can’t watch them kill. This was intense.
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Oops, I didn’t even realise it was intense! 😊 I guess it is. Hope I didn’t disturb your morning ☀️
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That first stanza is so striking, Sunra. I relish every word, and the words that follow it. I was born under the wolf moon, and I can feel its pull here.Fine job with the erasure form.
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Thank you, Joy! 😊 Appreciate your kind words. And how fascinating you were born under this moon. Now I must check mine! 😂
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like i’ve said before, these pages are pure art, i love that. i’m a naturalist, and i find that these words ring true. well done
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Thank you, Phillip 💛
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