“During a lunar eclipse, you find a glowing rock in your backyard.”
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
I love eclipses: solar, lunar, doesn’t mattter.
This one was lunar and not all that spectacular
I watched from my back yard.
It didn’t show up until the moon turned red.
There was a slight glow from the wood pile.
It was near the shed.
It was a cold light, sparkly. Purples, Greens and pinks.
The colors swirled and danced.
I touched it with a stick.
Suddenly the colors shot up the stick, up my arm to my face!
I’m in a dark place. There’s popcorn.
This could be a really long movie.
I need more popcorn.