In order to help celebrate Halloween, I am posting “Two Moon Night” (In the Cat’s Eye, 2009). In the book it was accompanied by a
very fitting photograph, but you will have to use your imagination here.
I love this poem for the way it provides a rhythm to the mysteries
and fears that possess most of us at one time or another; particularly when we feel
the presence of the creatures that prowl the Earth in the early darkness of
October and November.
Happy Halloween
Glenn K. Currie
Two Moon Night
The devil dances, on
the two moon night,
His breath’s cold
vapor, freezing in the light.
And a ghost moon
rides the fog’s thick back,
Searching in the
darkness for fugitive’s tracks.
He dances, dances,
dances,
When the ghost moon
rides the sky,
And the forest fills
with empty souls,
Searching for a place
to lie.
Treetops bend to the
banshee’s scream,
Timber wolves gather
by lava streams,
Red coals burn
beneath tainted ground,
Waiting for those the
ghost moon found.
He dances, dances,
dances,
Across the two moon
night,
Stealing through the
luminous fog,
Blocking out the
light.
Forest beds in decay, collect the purged debris.
Tattered shades,
drawn this day, mourn what used to be.
Reapers rise from below, sweeping up remains,
As two moons light
the devil’s dance, o’er his dark domain.
He dances, dances,
dances,
Fanning the rising
flames.
While two moons
search the shadows,
On the night the
devil reigns.
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