Darkness

The moon came out.
Pale and shrunken to the size of a dime.
Crossed quietly over a meadow,
Squatted in the shadows,
Like a sheep in a dream.

Black plastic silhouetted against the sky.
In tiny slivers, strings of stars,
Could not yet be named.
Like a lullaby, exhausted whispers died away.
Lost in the foggy gray for hours.

Lukewarm blood-shower,
A fine red mist.
Imperfect for uncertain reasons.
Smoldering self pity,
Evaporated to numbness.

Ghosts in the green tree line,
Hidden and faraway.
A silent howl,
Screaming or dreaming?
Pulled by invisible wires.

Hesitated transparent thoughts,
Emerging from a deep nightmare.
It was hard to imagine,
That these were the ordinary hours of life.
And none of it mattered.

© 2014 Gabrielle Linch

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MomzillaNC

I love the imagery of the moon flying high in deep of the night, as if clouds parted to let it shine from so far above. And the sense of the dark, wallowing hours when everything seems pointless and lost. I've been there many times in the days when I was alone. Congratulations on your placement in the contest.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Georgiana

I really enjoyed reading this! Fantastic imagery and very effective, lovely use of language to reflect the dark mood. The bluntness of the last line is very striking. A lovely poem, very well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago

RubyOmma

I love this. The moon sentence doesn't quite make sense though, I would maybe say the size of a dime (line) covered by a quarter. The moon doesn't change size but gets lost in the crescent. I love the ending. None of it mattered. Great work. Please return the favor and give me some suggestions?