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Red moon rising
Sailing steady in a dark cloud sky,
set fair before a Newton gale,
the shadowed moon shows
bronze shield battlefield red, in total eclipse.
The cloud snaps Compur-shut and the sight is gone.
In an old Rowney paint-box I have a dried tablet
with a faded forgotten name.
When wet it yields a winter red just like that.
Perhaps some long dead colour-man,
tired of rubied glows and vermilion glares,
sighed to see a red shaded moon rising
and set rare earths to Lake a fair imitation.
January 21, 2000
Somerset
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