Intoxicating Moon (Art & Writing Challenges, Tender is the Night)

Intoxicating Moon

Under the moon where we find ourselves suddenly,
With the night darkness wrapping around all of us,
Hypnotizing, we’re captured, held by her bright glow.
Lightheaded, dizzy, thereby uninhibited.

Waxing and waning, we are intoxicated.

Watching from above over all cast by her spell,
Uniting mortals with those of a fantasy,
Powerfully impelling bizarre behavior,
According to the nature of your character.

Waxing and waning, we are intoxicated.

Like the moon gracefully passing through her phases,
So too, are we transformed by the love and the lust
In ways uninspired by outside of this world,
This magical place and seemingly timeless space.

Waxing and waning, we are intoxicated.

Daylight leisurely creeps in, her hold unfolding.
Mortals start to waken, fairies begin to dim.
Whether were a dream or no, we vow to return.
For now and until next our meeting together…

Waxing and waning, we are freed.

©2010 Sarah Donnellan
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This was done for the current art and writing challenge, 'Tender is the Night'. Please visit Artist Challenge and The Inferno to see other member's interpretations.

Turbulence (Art & Writing Challenge, Calm Before the Storm)

Turbulence

Destruction was on a new journey.

To a small town, to a quiet town,

To those with big dreams and little means.

To those who hold tight to one another.

And in their bones they could feel it.

And with their skilled eyes they could see it.

The dense gray sky as she came alive.

Brewing, conjuring, heavy daunting clouds.

Anxious, alert faces in windows.

Familiar feelings, in fear, in awe.

Lightening calls crisply, streaking, cracking.

Thunder responds rumbling, angry, roaring.

Quickly, indifferent, the assault begins.

As she blasts down her rain in torrents,

The wind comes in waves upon the land.

And the people know they are surrounded.

Out of the depths of her energy,

It is born. The perfect tornado.

So tightly wrapped around, up and down.

Upon reaching the ground, the path is clear.

Running scared to their safety below,

The air tightens as the pressure drops

The sound of its power reach them then.

Deafening, frightening, all hold their breath.

Above the twister moves eagerly.
While tearing up and so crashing down,
Whisking and soaring and speeding past.

To the end of town, an exit is made.

The storm and her danger, quickly pass.

Emerging out into the sunlight,
The people see and the people stare.

The people sink to the ground and they cry.

© 2010 Sarah Donnellan

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This was resubmitted for the current theme 'Calm Before the Storm', at The Artist Challenge and The Inferno. Please go have a visit to see other member's interpretions.