Twilight rendezvous

by Michael   Oct 17, 2017


I walked deeper into the twilight where
the moon peeps through clouds, like
a marbled iris resting; between
silver lined eyelids.

clouds lifted, and revealed
the moons full lunar generosity,
showering majestic silhouettes with
shimmers of lucent satin, upon their boughs

then a sudden whoosh..

..as the invisible hand of the wind weaved
through wispy-wooded limbs
creating creaks and cracks.

Leaves fluttered, as they were swept and stirred
up; and into a swirling waltz; dancing and jigging;
swishing to their own melodic fissile.

A sensation of
excitement, flushed
through me, infused with
an eerie feeling of being in
the thick of a ghostly forest dance-hall
floating through mid-air.

I really felt as if there were some kind of presence
all around me.

The tempo dropped to a scattered whisper
and the woods were then
blanched with
silence..

..only to be broken, by a nocturnal
echoing of an owl-
a message of love
to another?
or,
maybe love had
come to haunt
me?

Its strange as I wasn’t looking
for anything, but it could
be that something
found
me!

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  • 7 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I love it and yes indeed at times in life it may find us. So sweet what a lovely story. All the best

    • 7 months ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Dagmar :)

  • 7 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Oh la la Michael I absolutely love this. Exploring the woods at night whew you are indeed nocturnal. :-)

  • 7 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Michael! What were you doing in the woods at night? That's always going to be scary! Lol
    A brilliant write with your trademark amazing imagery. Love it! X
    =^.^=

    • 7 months ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Kitty K.
      Well sometimes we just wander aimlessly, and who knows where we end up :)x

  • 7 months ago

    by Brenda

    Michael, wow! What a story you wove! Engrossing all the way through. So what happens? You can't leave us hanging!

    • 7 months ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Brenda
      A magician never reveals..same rules for a poet haha :)x

  • 7 months ago

    by Mark

    Breathtaking Michael, your vocabulary and phrases are new and unique and amazing. I felt the whoosh!
    The owl as reminder of a lost love...powerful imagery here. Thanks Nams for nominating. Amazing Michael! Favorite

    • 7 months ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Mark
      Such inspiring comments :)

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