Woman in the Moon

Last night I dreamt I was the moon and I was the woman in the moon. I was the woman on the moon after a successful voyage with my rocket-fueled mooncraft. The moon was both in me and around me. I had always been the moon. Blood moon ran through my veins. Wolf moon always started a howl. The moonlight was penetrating from my skin. I was aglow.

I set up cycles that few could understand so they made me a goddess. Being content with that, I never asked to be worshipped. I never asked for those sacrifices. All I ever wanted was for you to see my beauty, to witness how I would fade away and come back and pull on your oceans.

In all of my fullness you must beware. I am the source for lunatic. Do not look long on me.

 

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dVerse prompt on a prose writing of 144 words based on the poetic line by Alice Oswald which is in italics.

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Woman in the Moon

5 thoughts on “Woman in the Moon

  1. Blood moon ran through my veins. Wolf moon always started a howl.

    I love those old names for the moon, and I love the way you use them here. The repetition and rhythm are great throughout.

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