Rod Moran: ‘Blue Wren’ and ‘Lunar Noir’
Blue Wren
Darting in, then out,
Camera-shutter instants,
A luminous wren
In the sunlight’s dapple,
An iridescent flare
Igniting the day’s expanse,
A paradox of colour:
Ice-blue like a floe,
The day’s heat rising,
Eyes trimmed in quartz,
Jade and aqua traces,
A spectrum of starlight,
Other feathers coloured coal,
Dense as folded seams,
Like anthracite strata,
Sub-metallic sheening,
Yet a body like balsa,
Gymnastic and buoyant,
As light as a breeze,
Weighted with beauty.
Was it a blue wren—
With zig-zag vectors,
An erratic inertia—
That tilted the Earth’s axis?
Rod Moran
Lunar Noir
On rain-slicked back-streets,
A skid of blood-red moonlight—
Raymond Chandler’s plot.
Rod Moran
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