In response to the weekend writing challenge over at Toads — here is a sestet (6 line poem) on the theme: Sisters Night and Death.
Daughters of the moon, spectres of wind and shadow fly
like ghosts they float across a starless sky.
Words come like icy nightmare fingers, whispering they creep
sweet nightingale voices luring us, guiding us to sleep.
In their chambers, we dream of sisters death and night
carrying us away in the pale moonlight.
Copyright June 20 Stacie Eirich
I rather enjoyed writing this one today, although I must admit that at first it was difficult to write about the moon and night while the dawn was breaking outside. These summer days full of my children — the early hours before they wake are usually the only ones I have alone to sit & write. But I am a creature of the night and feel as if I may also be a daughter of the moon itself — so it wasn’t a stretch to imagine the sisters and hear their voices. In the margins of my journal I wrote: What have they come for? Our thoughts, dreams, wishes, our very souls? They are beautiful, haunting…pure. Thanks to Kerry at Toads for the challenge. 🙂