The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night
and far the way a screech-owl hails my night.
She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams
her silver breath is paced with mine tonight.
Against the mousseline curtains shadows stalks
me in my hunt for sleep this, my undreamed night
Oh Luna — you who sees my shame, whose eyes
are hollows for my skinless pain, drown my night.
She beside me stirs and her naked arm extends,
and pulls me close; she pillows me from night.
I feel her heartbeats, sense her blood and skin,
we merge, we dream as one, we blend with night.
The blood-moon sighs and hides behind a cloud,
a fox keeps watch; we sleep and bear the night.
We are writing ghazals tonight at dVerse. Paul is hosting, come and join us at 3 PM EST.
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February 18, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is a really beautifully crafted ghazal Bjorn. It gave me goosebumps. Such a lilting flow and so many different ways to be with the night and all under the blood blue moon. Thanks for this blessing.
A dreamy nocturne of airy phantoms. I like sensing the heartbeat of the blood-moon, and once in sync, can lull you to sleep.
I like the idea of sleeping with a moon of dreams.
I particularly liked the shift in the last stanza to the moon becoming a burden.
You pulled the moon and placed her in her rightful place….in your night. Lovely!
Very nicely done, Bjorn, with the different kinds of night. I love the sound of the owl and the sigh of the blood moon.
utterly beguiling 🙂
Lovely poetry … her silver breath…beautiful.
Beautiful words Bjorn. It’s lovely.
Exquisite, Bjorn! You’ve managed to merge an ode to the moon, a peon to romance and insomnia, and a joyful eroticism in this ghazal! Great write!
Well done.
You very adeptly introduced the blood moon into your lovely poem. BRAVO
Oh, my. this takes my breath away!
Wow – This was riveting (sigh) I would love to hear you read this one.
stellar and absolute shining lunar brilliancy – in all aspects – from the sublime, to the sensual – and the darkness – for there must always be a taste of the darkness when drawing down the moon ….
This is superb and very lovely, Bjorn.
Beautiful. I like this line: “ whose eyes
are hollows for my skinless pain, drown my night.”
Inspired by the latest full moon, I assume, and the Swedish countryside at night..and your significant other… therefore romantic.
This is lovely–sensuous images.
A lovely, soft, dreamy quality you created in this poem, Björn.
i feel so much comfort from the moon in your night and the body that offers as well as receives warmth. better than a lullaby, this poem has me in a safe place.
A dream of a poem. Gorgeous imagery, in particular, ‘she pillows me from night’.
I don’t like ghazals at all, but I can appreciate the imagery.
I do really like this: “Against the mousseline curtains” and Stanzas 4, 5, and 6.
Romantic and dream-like! I miss sleeping with someone like this…