My daughter recently sent me a video of last month's Blue Moon. A Blue Moon is the second full moon of any given month. She had risen early and drove to the top of Pensacola Beach Bay Bridge and viewed the partial eclipse of the moon as it sank beneath the horizon at sunrise.
The moon turns into an ominous red orb during the eclipse because of the Earth's reflection upon it. It is worth the effort as I have seen it several times in my lifetime. Her video captured the event but the video was a tad blurry which made the reflection unique because of the shimmering reflection upon the waters of the bay.
I remarked that there was a poem in there somewhere and I gave a brief poetic description,. I had a word here I wanted to use, phlegethon( a fiery stream of light), but couldn't make it work. There was some dialogue as to whether the reflection looked like silver ribbons, quicksilver or diamonds, etc. A woman suggested I write a real piece of prose and thus this effort.
I am old school and like rhyme but decided to do an impromptu contemporary poem which is frighteningly foreign to me. I was going to upload my daughter's video to this post but she informed me that it had disappeared and she didn't know how to recover it. The photos above are of a regular moon, a Blue moon and a red tinted Moon, but the eclipse was not captured here.