The last recollection I have is the ravens in the onyx night. I am swirling in this void as flurries of wings caress my cheeks with their delicate feathers. They called to me from high in the starlit sky and then I dreamt I was the moon, and I was the light where there was darkness. I am a luminous orb in the starless twilight, as they race to touch my delicate face but I am much too far away. I try to move closer to my devoted flock but I am frozen in the cold night sky.
In my dream, I cry out their names and they mine, and I awaken from their plaintive calls. Blue-black feathers surround me as hot tears spill onto the moonlit pillow.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery #2 Sarah is hosting our second prosery prompt and we are to use the sentence “I dreamt I was the moon” in our story of 144 words maximum. This story is 128 words, excluding the title.