Moonlight mockingbird

I wandered 

about the moonlight

looking for our

           shadows cast,

somewhere near 

a perturbed ocean

    where last there 

was a vast sky,

came upon a

          dark mockingbird

who sang the songs 

             of spirits past

lyrics spun of wildfires

      and poppy's blood,

he whispered in

      lush hushes

as a bluesy 

            untamed melody

played on ghostly

              violin strings,

 spun of eerie tunes 

         in ending's rhyme

Author's Note

Reviews

[R Smith]

sounds like a few clubs i've been in,
he whispered in
lush hushes
as a bluesy
untamed melody
played on ghostly
violin strings,
spun of eerie tunes
in ending's rhyme, one of the most beautiful pieces of work I have read. :)

[Frieda P]

Wow thanks so much Richard, you've humbled me my crazy friend. :)

[R Smith]

crazy huh! thar's gold in them thar' hill o' beans.....I'll have you know :P

[NoelHC]

For whatever reason, these words took me to ruins I visited late at night, at Lerwick, on Shetland Island. It was late at night, the waves crashing on the cliffs below, the crumbling stone walls casting their shadows in the moonlight.
A lovely write.

[Frieda P]

I like that it transported you to a memory, thanks so much Noel.

[Bill O. Writes]

Very enjoyable read! It painted a beautiful picture in my head of a beach at night.

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Bill O.

[The Twin Arenas]

I liked the idea of this, but I thought the execution could have been a bit better. you have all the pieces, but they could be expanded on, I reckon. It almost could be, and this is something I never really say, longer.

It has so much in it that I like. I think I want it to be longer, though. I want this moonlight walk to be longer.

"dark mockingbird"
"lush hushes"
"poppy's blood"

all soooo good. keep writing. it's good.

[Frieda P]

I usually expand too much, trying to keep my stuff a bit shorter these days if I can control the muse, thanks for your thoughts WS.

[Rene Salinas]

This is down my alley. The peacefull night and the moment that so migically has been manifested in writings so many times and so differently. When a "presence" for lack of a better word comes to speak to us. The descriptions here of a serene moment with the potential for transformation were all the magic and the ideals and dream of intentions could turn to sybstance to life to reality. And who is to arue with that so imbued in the mystery of living but so enchatingly described here.

Goethe said it best :
At midnight hour.
And when, in journeying o'er the path of life,
My love I follow'd, as she onward moved,
With stars and northern lights o'er head in strife,
Going and coming, perfect bliss I proved
At midnight hour.

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

I can't compete with Wolfgang! Yes, I like that you felt that 'presence' thanks so much Rene...