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“I don't think the moon ever meant to be a satellite, kept in loving orbit, locked in hopeless inertia, destined to repeat the same pattern over and over - to meet in eclipse with the sun - only when the numbers allowed".”
― Lang Leav

“An Artemisian Coronation by Stewart Stafford

A waxing moon with tidings,
Cataract vision in sheer mist,
Through curtains of fine rain,
The foresight of the lunar eye.

Cockcrow stabs the dawn,
Drowned green fields rouse,
Boars trample in the fens,
Sheep as anchored clouds.

A magpie and raven duelling,
Branch to branch to the death,
Proudly staking their claims,
To the wren's avian coronation.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford