Merril is this week’s host for the Prosery Challenge over at dVerse Poets, and asks us to create a small non-poetry work (at/under 144 words) using a line (highlighted below) from Mary Oliver’s poem, Death At Wind River…
The Earthling’s Tale
Because she hangs around exclusively in his inner circle, and because she’s always there only for him almost every night –no questions asked– he feels like he owns her.
For most of his more distant and unrelated acquaintances, to whom she is for the most part invisible, her existence and desirability are merely mythic.
Closer to home, Venus (the babe next door) has her own universally loyal and loving fan club, and Mars is far too busy flexing his muscles, entertaining his own (many) inner-orbit followers to pay her any attention.
Even though none of the others have ever even laid eyes on her, they’ve all heard the love songs and, in their dreams, (and only in their dreams) they sleep with the moon.
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Moonbeams and Moon Dreams