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…