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.
The Moon Hart
fresh from Saliente’s dream
roams the land
touching the slumbering with wonder
I spy him with my open eye
His gaze pierces my heart
Still at last
he glows with dawn’s first light