
moonset
MOONSET. #PROSERY
I am a lover of the moonlight. Dressing in black with heavy white makeup most nights. My friends of evening do not recognise me in my lacklustre office attire knowing me as knight. My work colleagues unaware of my nights as a wandering poet.
Once upon a drunken endeavour my real friends and I discussed our grave markers and what we wished written upon them. Sat in a restaurant sharing an evening meal with oodles of red wine joking it was blood. We saved our obituaries on the social media group we share as friends. Sky street is its name. sharing stories of life, love and death.
“In the street of the sky night walks. Scattering poems.” Will appear on the plaque above my final resting place. Where I have asked to be entombed at the moonset on the anniversary of my timely demise.
This piece of flash fiction was written for a prompt left at #dversepoetrypub by Linda Lee on 07/11/2022
© rog leach
the line “In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.” is from the poem tulips and chimneys by E E Cummings.
Very atmospheric, Rog. I like the scene with you and your friends sitting around drinking wine and talking about such things.
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Atmospheric indeed. Love how you used the line.
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Nice one, Rog.
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Creative use of the line, especially the way you set it up.
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I like how you created this scene–and set it up for the conclusion.
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You’re welcome.
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Great scene set up 🙂
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What an atmospheric night drinking wine…
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