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
This evening Punam is hosting letting us know about the language crossover words between Indian languages and English. Punam has given a list of us to choose from I have gone with Hullabaloo, Shampoo, juggernaut and bandana. so, while India and other Hindu around the world celebrate Diwali. I have gone with a light rhyming form which I enjoy the limerick.