We cast a long shadow.
Long enough to engulf
our daughter moon
who looks like a cratered
white chocolate cookie
full in the sky
until a circular bite
invades an edge
and she’s consumed.
Then she turns to blood
but it’s just a metaphor.
Optics — not magic.
From her airless surface,
imagine the red ring of fire
where the sun once stood.
We don’t really eat the Moon,
of course, that’s also a metaphor,
though we’ve nearly eaten the Earth.
For now the Moon is safe.
At least until some human figures
out how to make money in the eating.
(For today’s prompt, write a shadow poem.)
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Moon-cookie eating contest. Yum. I love a lemon cookie in spring. Fun one.
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Thanks, K! You could probably make a lemon cookie in the shape of a full moon and eclipse it.
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I wouldn’t put it past them to figure out how to monitize the moon.
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We humans are greedy creatures.
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Good one. I like the political ending.
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Thanks! I wasn’t sure if it fit but that’s the thought that kicked off the poem.
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See ‘What?’……
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16205
We are ‘eating’ it – gobbling it up – turning it into a consumable….
How dare we.
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Yeah, I question the wisdom of terraforming. Fortunately, I doubt we’ll ever get to that point.
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“Fortunately, I doubt we’ll ever get to that point.”
I’m not too sure about that – remember the big brains – and the hands with which to build what the big brains think up – where that combination has taken us – and where it might take us.
Combine that with the basic instincts.
Gawd ‘elp us all.
On the other hand – would you want to be a Vulcan? Obviously not, as you’re a Klingon.
Me? Betazoid.
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I think our big brains will damage the climate enough to inhibit progress on space travel. Maybe the survivors will get to Mars but that won’t be for hundreds of years.
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