This is almost at totality, but I like the bright area at the top.
This one is obviously the fifth moon. I told you it would be like this.
The first moon is just past full,
and pale, high in the day-blue sky.
The second is a sword-edge
at midnight, Auvergne, slicing
the star-strewn velvet.
The third is haloed,
The fourth moon is a round of butter
in a hot harvest night, stifled by desire.
The fifth moon, earth-eclipsed,
is a muddy red, omened with prophecies.
The sixth is shuttered repeatedly
by flailing clouds.
The seventh moon is the one
which must not be named.
Published in Sushi & Chips, diehard 2006