moonlit ruminations

by - July 06, 2020


The stars fill up the sky adorning the brow of a little girl staring out her window trying to wish upon an airplane instead of a shooting star as the moon readies itself for the night. It prunes itself as it gazes into the pool and argues with the weeping willow over who is more vain and who is more pitiful, green leaves turned black. 

"but at least you have the stars" the willow moans as it wallows in the cool blood of fallen ice that will never be solid again. 

 "but their faces are always lit by those of computers" the moon sings sorrowfully, shining upon a man who has fallen asleep amid a pile of snacks in front of a TV. 

"and balloons float up only during the day and we cannot grasp them because they pop from their pure radiance" the stars whine, joining the fray.

what thanks do we get? 

nobody celebrates our births or our deaths, and the sun basks in all the golden glory while they are stuck with second silver place. who wants silver when there is gold to be had? 

the grass murmurs for the crickets to shut up and the dark blanket catches on the tops of houses and branches of pines. focus on the rise and fall of your own breath and feel the peace spread, then change moon pools and realize the only peace there is lies within yourself. but the night is jealous and you must pay for your piece of this peace with the eye bags of wisdom for my endless craters full of tears. 

how do i know if i have a soul? which part of me is broken, because something must be because the moon told me so and the moon is friends with the stars that is fate and where am i all tangled up why does everything seem star crossed? 

the everlasting struggle between night and day flows with the seasons, and perhaps one day they will come to their senses and then what shall we do? the girl, now an old lady, has always wondered why they all fight over us fickle humans. why the moon wove starlight into her hair only to cross the strings so that the sun would draw the life from her lover. were the sun and moon sisters, or were they lovers themselves? fighting over the children they never had in a universe of planets and moons and suns and stars, wee one, we may never understand. but stay up tonight and play the harp of their strings so your own red cord may tie you to the one you love forevermore. 


TBH I don't even know what this is, but this came out of my first hydra write & I think I'm pretty happy with it! :)

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  1. Amazing!!!! :D :D I absolutely ADORE how you incorporate the discussion between the moon and the willow! Other pieces of imagery, such as the grass murmuring to the crickets, also creates an exceptional picture, which I can fully imagine. I feel at such peace.:) <3

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