Photo © Rebecca Johnston
The Moon Hart, fresh from Saliente’s dream, roams the land, touching the slumbering with wonder. And fear.
I spy him with my open eye. His gaze pierces my heart, captures me.
Still at last, he glows with dawn’s first light, then disappears.
Written for this week’s Three Line Tales, hosted by my wonderful blogfriend Sonya over at Only 100 Words. You get extra reader points for every interpretation of the title you can think of (and yes, in case you haven’t been paying attention, of course homophones count).
I think it works just as well as a poem — see below — thus allowing me to squeeze in one more entry this month for Sammi Cox’s Month of Mini Writing Challenges. Specifically, Day 20 – Write a poem inspired by mythology or a mythological creature in less than 20 lines.
Dear Night
The Moon Hart
fresh from Saliente’s dream
roams the land
touching the slumbering with wonder
And fear
I spy him with my open eye
His gaze pierces my heart
captures me
Still at last
he glows with dawn’s first light
then disappears
Tales from Eneana 
I love what you have done here, Joy. Very clever and they both work very well. I like the ambience of the story-poem. 🙂
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Oh my this is beautiful. You have such a way with words
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Thank you so much — that’s exactly the right thing to say to a writer. 🙂
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You’re welcome 😊
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Beautifully written, Joy, for both challenges. Your words suit the prompt picture perfectly.
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Thanks Millie! The photo was so magical, I wanted to try to do it justice. I immediately thought of the legends of the White Hart, and wanted to find my own Eneana version of that.
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