Friday Fictioneers : The Killing Moon

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

I recognise the moon tonight. That same blue white ball that leaves a ghost moon in my vision when I close my eyes. The same clouds, ruched gauze floating in the black.

Do you remember our first night with that moon? Bars of light falling through the palms as if we were walking along the sea bed with fronds of weed waving above.

I think you’ve forgotten it all. How you looked at me. How you made me feel as if that rock was in orbit around us and us the centre of everything.

If you remembered you’d stay.

 

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See here to join in and to read the other glorious tales.

I saw the moon pic, I thought of the end of a great love … and I had to include one of my favourite ever songs by Echo and the Bunnymen.

 

 

60 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers : The Killing Moon”

  2. That’s beautiful, Lynn. It’s a poem, not flash fiction. Read it out loud – it’s brilliant! (Of course, it’s flash fiction too, but I feel it’s more a poem)

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      1. Thanks for letting me know, Lynn. Oh dear! I’m really not savvy when it comes to this sort of thing. I don’t have a clue how to find out what I’m linked to, and how to correct it if it’s wrong…

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      2. TBH neither have I! If it helps at all, the message displayed says this – ‘pennygadd.wordpress.com is no longer available’. Was a previous blog called this? Maybe you could contact WP see if they can help you fix it. It’s just as shame folk can’t reach you through the comments box – might put some off finding your blog. Good luck with it 🙂

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      2. It’s tough going juggling more work, home etc etc. So many lovely bloggers posting so much good work and I feel I’m doing justice to very little of it. Argh! Oh, to have twice the hours in a day 🙂

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  7. Agree with the above, it’s like a prose poem.

    Like the Echo song too. That’s a band that I always knew of back in the day but never explored. I like what I’ve heard, but I wish I’d gotten in when the getting was good, if you know what I mean.

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    1. Thank you Walt. I know what you mean about getting into bands at the time – often, discovering them years later is not quite the same. Ian McCulloch – lead singer of the Bunnymen – once said this was the best pop song ever written. Well, you have to admire the man’s confidence – he wrote it of course 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much Rochelle. Glad you thought that phrasee worked – I worried at the time it might be a little flowery. Thanks for the kind comment 🙂

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  11. Lynn, this was very moving, but alas so tragic.
    I thought you would love to read some poems written by Australian poet, Nan Whitcomb who wrote a series of poems called: “The Thoughts of Nanushka”. She has a cult following but her books are sadly out of print. Here’s a link: http://users.senet.com.au/~nanushka/nan2.htm
    I’ve read some beautiful poems she’s written about the moon.
    xx Rowena

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    1. Thank you 🙂 Thanks also for the link – there’s a lot of wit and a huge dollop of good sense in those words. Thanks for introducing me to such a talent 🙂

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    1. Thank you very much Michael. Yes, if only we could bottle some memories, replay them as sharply as when the events actually occurred. Would love to be able to do that for when my son was small.

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      1. Oh yes! To have clear memories of the days our children were growing up – what a wonderful thing that would be! We’re so busy living our time with them that we often don’t notice sufficiently to lay down those deep memories to treasure later.

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      2. I thought I had tried to treasure it at the time, but it seems that pleasurable memories – like the memory of pain – fade with time. I know my son was the most adorable toddler and that I carried him around on my hip and that he held my hand when he tottoered along – but other experiences have sort of overwritten those ones, so that time is just a poor copy in my head. To feel all that again, wouldn’t that be wonderful? Probably a good thing we can’t relive the past that vividly or some of us might never deal with our present at all 🙂

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    1. Gosh! What did i type !! I was typing from my phone and the screen went blank but the half-cooked message went , nevertheless. Now, i am unable to delete it . That is an odd spot in this brilliant frame. kindly delete it on my behalf. Thanks.
      I meant to write , your story is beautiful beyond words. Its like one of those writings that linger on and make you sigh when you repeat it in your mind and for a time you feel as though your heart was sinking and yet you wonder “woooooow! “

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      1. It was an interesting comment – lots of letter ‘Y’ and vowels! 🙂 Thank you so much for this wonderful comment – such a truly lovely thing to say Moon. You’ll have me smiling for the rest of the day after that. Thank you 🙂

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