creative writing – Page 5 – elancharan gunasekaran

the bloom: when raw instinct takes over repressing shallow human emotions

great clouds of dark travel the unseen path across oceans of sand

the milk and the moon have gone their separate ways: one chases hunger the other forgets purity

a slice of void helps quiet the mind

this stillness cannot be described and yet I try halfway to the land of sleep

cast its spell the blood moon has and now the hunter craves for the deadly chase through thicket and thorn

bear witness to the rain in spring that cries itself a thousandfold in a single dusk

the spring moon shifts her weight and still waters ripple with pleasure

rehearsing peace: as the bombs drop the bodies do not exit stage they simply lay motionless eyes wide open gazing into the hearts of the audience

the blood moon knows that bellies will be filled with the red of ale tonight