Shooting Poetry - The Moon

"White swan in the river, the eye of cathedrals, false dawn in the leaves, am I. They cannot hide! Who can escape? Who sobs in the valley’s tangle? The moon leaves a knife behind in the air, a lead-coloured trap that seeks blood’s cry..."

This is the beginning of the poem that The Moon recites on the Federico Garcia Lorca's play Blood Weeding. This emblematic character talks about how lonely and cold she is. Using a metaphoric speech, The Moon speaks about the impending violence and the tragedy.

Photo by Gredivel Vasquez

The Moon: Noelle Mauri