Lost Moon
There are some who say,
the wind always held monsters between its wispy teeth,
but I know better than that.
The terrors only arrived after the moon fell from the sky.
So here I must stay, like the ones before,
and sing away the roaring gale
bending in impossible shapes.
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A Pit
Beyond my prison rests a snow-topped mountain.
Deep inside the towering giant
an abyss waits.
Darkness sings a ballad from the cracked rock.
I should never go there,
says the scribbled note in my book.
*
Visitor
Scarlet leaves flutter into my room
and a crow perches at my windowsill.
A flash of olive-green eyes and a cackle.
I rush to my window
but only see endless burnt-gold woods and
an impossibly tall stone tower.
*
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, friends ❤
Loie xo
“I should never go there, says the scribbled note in my book” – love this
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Thank you so much, Jenn 😊❤️
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Dear Loie, Such beautiful words, vivid images and surprising turns of phrase. ‘Tis such a pleasure to drop into the worlds you create! And Happy Thanksgiving to you,
my dear one!
xox K
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Thanks so much, Kit ☺️❤️✨ Love you so much. Happy Thanksgiving xoxoxox 😘
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Darkness sings a ballad from the cracked rock. – woooooow. one of my favorite lines you ever written, ever. ❤ ❤
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Eep! Thank you so much ❤
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