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Esbat, the Blood Moon
Luna Sanguine (Blood Moon);
your legend speaks of death, you strike fear
in the hearts of flora, fauna as well as men.
During your changes,
Gaia makes visible of winter’s arrival,
the first signs; hard won
is every living creatures survival.
Borea’s cold breath signals the floras’
silent sentinels to change colors,
as it heralds the winter season
and whispers impending signs of trouble.
All manner of creature make ready
for the dominion of winter,
the epoch of foreboding,
of demons and their underlings, we enter.
The woodland animals hurriedly collect
any last bits nourishment,
before it is hidden away
by winter snows’ white carpet.
Beds have been made ready
by those who slumber through the cold months,
towards the south the flying fauna has fled,
taken to the air for warmer lands
they are in search of.
The grain has been moved to the winter store
and sealed are the dwellings tightly
against the bitter, biting cold
of Borea’s winds and winter storms.
Gaia has become barren,
and so her children turn to the hunt.
It is the time, when the world toils with fervor
to make ready for the season to come,
the elders whisper the tales
that to the Luna Sanguine they dedicate.
For she and only she will capriciously dictate
who will still be among the living
come spring’s first new day.
She, “the Old Woman Who Never Dies”
and “the Eternal One” strikes fear in many;
woe for she is capricious
and relishes death, beholden to no man,
she will steal your very last breath,
careful do not her nature test.
Her creatures groan, grunt and howl
their pleasure at her site
for this is their season, their time of delight.
Today the moon´s mood is evident;
she is dressed once again in blood.
Ominous is what will come
and unseen what can happen.
While she is tranquil,
in her finest white she dresses,
adorned by her radiating stars,she is impressive;
but when she is sad her azure dress she will don.
Luna sanguine you herald what has been
and shall once again come about
for we have not yet learned the lesson
that should have left us with no doubts.
“Something wicked this way comes”
Gypsy Red
Jan.2012
your legend speaks of death, you strike fear
in the hearts of flora, fauna as well as men.
During your changes,
Gaia makes visible of winter’s arrival,
the first signs; hard won
is every living creatures survival.
Borea’s cold breath signals the floras’
silent sentinels to change colors,
as it heralds the winter season
and whispers impending signs of trouble.
All manner of creature make ready
for the dominion of winter,
the epoch of foreboding,
of demons and their underlings, we enter.
The woodland animals hurriedly collect
any last bits nourishment,
before it is hidden away
by winter snows’ white carpet.
Beds have been made ready
by those who slumber through the cold months,
towards the south the flying fauna has fled,
taken to the air for warmer lands
they are in search of.
The grain has been moved to the winter store
and sealed are the dwellings tightly
against the bitter, biting cold
of Borea’s winds and winter storms.
Gaia has become barren,
and so her children turn to the hunt.
It is the time, when the world toils with fervor
to make ready for the season to come,
the elders whisper the tales
that to the Luna Sanguine they dedicate.
For she and only she will capriciously dictate
who will still be among the living
come spring’s first new day.
She, “the Old Woman Who Never Dies”
and “the Eternal One” strikes fear in many;
woe for she is capricious
and relishes death, beholden to no man,
she will steal your very last breath,
careful do not her nature test.
Her creatures groan, grunt and howl
their pleasure at her site
for this is their season, their time of delight.
Today the moon´s mood is evident;
she is dressed once again in blood.
Ominous is what will come
and unseen what can happen.
While she is tranquil,
in her finest white she dresses,
adorned by her radiating stars,she is impressive;
but when she is sad her azure dress she will don.
Luna sanguine you herald what has been
and shall once again come about
for we have not yet learned the lesson
that should have left us with no doubts.
“Something wicked this way comes”
Gypsy Red
Jan.2012
Published 11th Jan 2012
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11th Jan 2012 5:07pm
Gaia has survived the impact of planets. Survive even the mistakes of a humanity that is wrong. It will end one day swallowed by the sun, when our star will explode. One day in the remote future, and will then return all the energy which has always belonged.
Your poems make me dream and feel how insignificant we are. Te quiero Por Esto.
Your poems make me dream and feel how insignificant we are. Te quiero Por Esto.
11th Jan 2012 5:18pm
Thank you very much Luca yes we must all remember we are but a speck in the grand scheme of things and against nature's power we are nothing.
Gypsy red
Gracia mi bello Luca, besos.
Gypsy red
Gracia mi bello Luca, besos.
4th Mar 2012 3:03am
The philosophy and the scientific views Gaia: not to mention the religious view of this mythical Godess. It's true as if it to told in modern days. We would just be a pixel on the t.v. screen. I learned about Gaia when I went to the island of Corfu. Great knowledgable history lesson truly a great write as always. Mi única flor que florece en el desierto.
I have read a lot about differing philosophies especially the pagan beliefs from which I think we could learn much.Thanks hon as always I enjoy your comments. Gracias por la flor...;)
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
4th Mar 2012 5:49pm
Pagens was a culture that was polytheistic. The goth culture has been around since the 200, or 300's. Romans to east Germany. It didn't become really active again until the late 70's and spread pretty good. People mistake by classifying Emo with goth. Two completely subcultures. I'm more on the goth side due to some history on my mothers side. She has told me about it and I did some research on my own. One of an ancient Teutonic race, who dwelt between the Elbe and the Vistula in the early part of the Christian era, and who overran and took an important part in subverting the Roman empire.
Goth culture, as mired in the past as it is, even it goes through changes, so Goth when I was growing up is not what it is now. When I think of Goth culture as it is at the moment I think of mall culture.
People are trendy to something that no one seems to understand. I'm currently reading a book called " Wet moon" by Ross Campbell. So far it is a great book. Alot of it seems to see some societies of Nihilism. Human that has no meaning. It's nice that we research our past to understand what we don't know to understand. I learn more from being a split culture from Czech and Mexican. Maybe alot of curiosity.
Goth culture, as mired in the past as it is, even it goes through changes, so Goth when I was growing up is not what it is now. When I think of Goth culture as it is at the moment I think of mall culture.
People are trendy to something that no one seems to understand. I'm currently reading a book called " Wet moon" by Ross Campbell. So far it is a great book. Alot of it seems to see some societies of Nihilism. Human that has no meaning. It's nice that we research our past to understand what we don't know to understand. I learn more from being a split culture from Czech and Mexican. Maybe alot of curiosity.
