iron horseshoes grey and smudged with rust notched indented rectangular holes, perforated rims shod long ago, horses gone an' some oval hanging leather yokes for equestrian draft hanging with the tack of leather brown on weathered roughened saw milled boards pegged with nails make the wall what it is, adorn its roughened face whose knot holed irregular breaks between true twelve inch planks of yesteryore allow discreet views to the outside sun-filled prairie world coupled with a chandeliered show of diffused light that enters shyly through the cracks from a noon day sun on the western wall of this montana barn
the light that slaps the edges of the brass, of the harness that wears the white of horses' spit an' perspiration dried, scratches the powdery floor, of fine dust that is the ground that is whitish gray, like dirty flour strewn in soft mounds where the dark an' musty debris does not prevail where the slightest stir of air raises the tiniest of specks like fairy dust that rides upon the back, of the introverted light beams
the prints of bare feet scattered throughout an' leading to the hay loft with its severed pile beneath the rawhide leather lassoed ropes suspended, that hang alongside the washboard sullen galvanized bear silent labored testimonies now retired, that she once lived here
the barn owl perches by day in a crevice of the rafters, of the loft if the loft could talk perhaps it'd tell you of the act that took place beneath her nose on the hay pile below ask not of the owl for it was on nocturnal business in search of rodent prey when such act did violently occur
on a moonlit night in cold of february snow under guise of shadow played with motley moon's light and black intermingled clouds a lone figure resembling a man with glowing eyes of red stealthily stalked a fair maiden while in her barn at curry of her horses it lifted her off the ground and flew off, up through the highest door of the loft an' dropped her from that height to dispose of her life then plunging downward swooped her up again and flew into the blinding wind and draft of laden snow
Documentation
4/1/18
11:17 AM U.S. CST
"Scene of a Mothman's Crime by Ruselnex, a Fellow Writer's Café Author"
by PB Jacobs (www.writerscafe.org)
Hey, Ruselnex!
Kind of Ye Olde English, huh? I like how you are explaining things, and your illustration does have an awareness to comprehension friendliness to it, which makes for a decent read.
Yup, I see your allusions, and everything, including your sloober's. You might want to add something in your description to help your audience adjust their awareness and shift gear's to something that's not so written about, as the couch potato crowd will never see what's coming. It's a lazy mentalist thing, and that's a sticking point you might want to ponder.
Couch potatoe thoughts, couch potatoe life, and then, there's a few other things, such as a mental culture shock...
I see a conjunctive entanglement waiting to happen with some of your audience members, I did explain this a good, few reviews back. A good little prairie dog dig's...
You might also want to be a bit more vocal with your symbolism, as the barn owl might just be something to expand on. City people hang out in the country to feel like they are in the city, and country people hang out in the city to feel like they are more in the country, kind of in my opinion.
Documentation
4/1/18
11:17 AM U.S. CST
"Scene of a Mothman's Crime by Ruselnex, a Fellow Writer's Café Author"
by PB Jacobs (www.writerscafe.org)
Hey, Ruselnex!
Kind of Ye Olde English, huh? I like how you are explaining things, and your illustration does have an awareness to comprehension friendliness to it, which makes for a decent read.
Yup, I see your allusions, and everything, including your sloober's. You might want to add something in your description to help your audience adjust their awareness and shift gear's to something that's not so written about, as the couch potato crowd will never see what's coming. It's a lazy mentalist thing, and that's a sticking point you might want to ponder.
Couch potatoe thoughts, couch potatoe life, and then, there's a few other things, such as a mental culture shock...
I see a conjunctive entanglement waiting to happen with some of your audience members, I did explain this a good, few reviews back. A good little prairie dog dig's...
You might also want to be a bit more vocal with your symbolism, as the barn owl might just be something to expand on. City people hang out in the country to feel like they are in the city, and country people hang out in the city to feel like they are more in the country, kind of in my opinion.
I was born in obscurity
Outside a small country town’s limits
In a plank shack
I kept a few memories
That come into my head
That i still carry around
That i visit now and then
The dust .. more..