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Lunar EffectSelene’s straying saneness, her hit-or-miss wits
Like Gemini, Janus, inversing her fits At times gibbous glooming, a crescent depressed Then full, frenzied fuming, ecliptic at best Her phases are frantic, they shift with the week Ablaze and bacchantic, forgive her she’s Greek Her far side has phantoms librations lay bare, Their terrible tantrums like faculae flare These loony lunations quite plausibly nursed Enacting enations of maria cursed Who’s mauled Mama Quilla? We’ll ward off the wight Abort the armilla, pour noise into night Synodic synapses, might never align Agnatical axes, their retrograde cline Some Sirius sunrays, scorched sinner in heat Left drowning in dog days, engorged on the wheat Hibernal hysterics, illusory ease, Caprice climacterics by tropic degrees The Pleiades pleading, yet no word from Mars Or deities deeding their place in the stars This waxing and waning, its artful suspense Though taxing, retaining some semblance of sense A monthly malignance, the apogee nears She’s forfeiting figments, through sobering tears |
Cat Viscito
medium: poetry, photography
medium: poetry, photography
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A series of poetic musings on the relationship between the moon and hysteria (especially in women), both etymologically and pseudo-scientifically. The accompanying photo is from the Super Blue Blood Moon of January 2018.
Cat Viscito is a writer and film enthusiast who's just a little too fond of Greek myth.
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