Poet, friend and mentor Katherine L. Gordon (who's in the opinion of many Canada's real first Lady of Letters) has just shared with me and Andreas Gripp a beautiful description of last night's lunar eclipse told in her typical Celtic playfulness, which she's entitled "Another valley marvel". Below is Katherine's piece followed by a poem of mine inspired by it. Dedicated to Katherine, as always.
Dear bards, last night (early morning really) I watched the lunar eclipse from my bed! The moon positioned herself directly above me in the sky light and I saw her swallowed, turned pulsating orange and extinguished by our shadow. By 3 A.M. the phenomena was over. What queen could have a better observatory! Could this rare event have anything to do with the torrential tides and weather in the Maritimes? This morning the returning sun gilded in a rosy halo, the trees and stones of the cliff.
Happy return of the light and a magic solstice to each...the Newgrange dead are awakened again.
Katherine.
Only someone
as regal and long-hemmed,
—& shadowy, starry and blue,
as You—
(from her bed)
could've seen it
instructed, at last, on how to live
and go down the one
passage way
to yr King—
the deeper and deeper,
not sadder and sadder
one
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