Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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.
©2021 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.
Sarah wrote a dizain about rooks and you’ve written prose about ravens, Linda – all these black birds are ominous. I love the phrases ‘ravens in the onyx night’ and ‘flurries of wings’. That would be amazingly spooky to wake surrounded by blue-black feathers.
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Thank you Kim!
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Amazing imagery in this piece. A great poem!
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Thank you Beckie!
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You’re most welcome, Linda!
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🙂
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Dark and mysterious, there is a feeling it is a small piece to a larger tale. I love the imagery, Linda.
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Thank you so much Jade!
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You are very welcome, Linda.
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Yes, I am now haunted by swirling blue-black feathers, and I agree the piece feels like a segment of a rich untold back story.
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Thank you Glenn! When I write these short stories, sometimes I do expand them. This one is begging to be!
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I love the way you blur the edges between dreams and reality here. Is this a vision, or a dream, where do the feathers come from? So beautiful.
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Thank you kindly Sarah!
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Oh man, this was a visual knockout Linda – very powerful, and a tad bittersweet. Really liked this!
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Thank you Rob.
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You had me at the title, I love tales of Mór-Ríoghain! The blue-black feathers, the frozen face melted finally by hot tears. Gorgeous!
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Thank you!
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dreamlike and surreal … and a cliffhanger.
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Thank you Margaret.
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I love this! What a beautiful, sometimes eerie, image you give us! I love the blue-black feathers 🙂
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Thank you!
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Oh to be the light in the dark.
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Thank you.
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Very welcome.
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That’s a beautiful transformation. (K)
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Thank you.
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Mysterious… I like this.
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Thank you!
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