Sweet August Nights

June 4, 2009
By Tashan SILVER, Ponderay, Idaho
Tashan SILVER, Ponderay, Idaho
6 articles 4 photos 31 comments

A single light burns in an upstairs window.
A restless sould lies in bed staring at the wall, waiting for the zombie-like trance to leave her.
Exhaustion has come and gone, but sleep will not release her from her bondage to the moon.

The full moon shines brightly on the dew-laden grass, and the sound of music drifts alluringly through the open window.
An almost uncontrollable urge to prowl, to stalk, to run through the spruce and pine forest and roll belly-up laughing at the moon with blood-tinged eyes sweeps through her body with a burning need, causing her to wimper out loud and drop to the floor on her knees, holding in an aunguished howl as bones pop and stretch.

In her minds-eye, there are bars at the window instead of the screenless opening.
There are are bolted locks on the door instead of the freedom to come and go as she pleases.

An animal lust stalks the one it has chosen tonight, for she belongs to the Moon.

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This article has 2 comments.

Tashan SILVER said...
on Aug. 1 2009 at 10:15 pm
Tashan SILVER, Ponderay, Idaho
6 articles 4 photos 31 comments
I can't write poetry...and I can't read it either :S Lol. Thank you so much for the comment, I appreciate it! :D

on Jul. 22 2009 at 11:57 pm
unearthlyhaphazard GOLD, N/A, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are."~W. Somerset Maugham

The description and the imagery is absolutely BEAUTIFUL. However, and this is just a suggestion, I think it would sound better in the form of a poem.

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