The Hunter’s Moon (Aka Sanguine or Blood moon) is the name of the full moon that appears in our skies during the month of October. Sunset and moonrise are never far apart. The moon takes over the light shift of the sun. This means that during this period, the sky is not without a bright light. Poachers love this moon for the reason it makes poaching at night an easy, well lit affair. I therefore call it The Poacher’s Moon.
My snapshot shows this year’s Hunter’s Moon on the night of the 8th October. The full Hunter’s moon arrived the next night on the ninth.
The picture on the left also shows the Hunter’s moon with dazzling Jupiter above it.
The image below shows the Hunter’s Moon over Horse Guards Parade, London on the 11th of October 2022.
All Photo Credits: Lesley Scoble
Oh, Hunter’s Moon Dim Thy Light!
Oh, Hunter’s Moon dim thy light! Too many souls Will die tonight Your phosphorus hunting moon shines Above All night long The poachers Love! Your nightly cyanic shafts of lambent light satanic sanguine conspiracy of fright Searchlighting wild lands Of nature’s spilling sands in evensong. There is no Dark of night when you shine. Your effulgence uncloaks, reveals, define The rare rhino in sublime outline silhouetted as plain as day! Their poachers will find their prey Beneath the moon of blood These good-for-nothing crud Hunt for rhino horn. To trade forlorn potion— (comprised of keratin—compressed nails and hair; There is no aphrodisiac there!) The endangered rhino is running blind With fear her young calf follows close behind They run and run— across the plain to find some refuge— all in vain The last survivors may not see tomorrow’s day. Far away a ranger screams, “Save the Rhino! Make haste, make speed!” “Save the Rhino!“ pleads the ranger, “from the danger and the greed” But no one heeds So we can only pray; For there is no saving one today Yet again The rhino’s caught And slain It’s horn is sold and bought The rhino had nowhere to hide They stole the horn The rhino cried, “T’was your gleam Oh, Blood Moon That too soon conspired to close my life! What was the need To make me bleed?” And so she died. The orphaned calf Beside her side Was left alone To dream. No time to shade the Hunter’s moonbeam. No time to listen to a scream. Lesley Scoble October 2022
Save the Rhino
Once upon a time, there were thousands of rhino roaming and grazing upon the planet.
- On average a rhino is poached every 22 hours.
- There are five rhino species: three in Asia, two in Africa.
- Two rhino species have fewer than eighty animals left.
Please find out more and help Save the Rhino here
My poem Oh, Hunters Moon Dim Thy Light! is in response to the d’Verse poetry ‘Mooning Around’ challenge. My thanks to the host Sarahsouthwest and all at d’Verse for encouraging me to write this poem.