Le Lièvre de la Lune

‘Twas the night of full moon which was creamy and round,
four friends hatched a plot, offering food they had found,
to the venerable monks transcendent to bliss,
and providing them alms, so no merit they’d miss.

First went the otter down to the banks,
finding several dead fish that were old and smelled rank,
he collected the fish and enquired with glee,
“Are these anyone’s fish? No? Now they belong to me!”

Next came the Jackal quite sleek, strong, and sly,
he snook in a house where he did espy,
an old yoghurt pot, and his luck was abound ,
‘cause there in the corner a dead gecko he found.

He sniffed at the air and whispered with care,
“Are these vitals yours? Is anyone there?”
Then quick on his foot, he picked up the pot,
stuffed the gecko inside it, and off he…

Ever imagine yourself as a character in a book, movie, or mythic tale (or would you like to do so)?  We want to hear all about your fictional musings in poetry or prose, where you appear as a character in an established work of fiction. (You would be, say, Oliver Twist or Emma Bovary, or you could create a new character that appears in the story.)  If available, please send a photo of yourself at any age to accompany your submission.

PROMPT: Tell us how you see yourself in an established work of fiction in a poem (any reasonable length) or prose piece (300 words or fewer).

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I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,

but I’ve lived it for a while.

The daytime is the hardest,

a cruel life chased by death;

but night time is so easy,

sleep brings immortal breath.

What’s real, what’s not?

Well who’s to say?

Each one its own delusion,

by night the moon –

by day the sun –

each life is an illusion.

Shadows play upon my mind,

ghosts welcome setting sun;

silhouettes of dreams gone by

half-lives, loves-lived, undone.

So let me go, and leave me be,

to live each night anew.

I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,

while dreams bring me to you.

© Silhouettes and Soliloquies 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hi!

It has been a whirlwind week with the release of my second anthology, ‘Counting Magpies’. I was totally delighted and stunned when it made it as high as number 3 in the Amazon Kindle poetry listings!!

If you like edgy poetry along the theme of superstition and the darker side of life, why not grab yourself a copy for the weekend. Reasonably priced at £1.99 – for the price of a Happy Meal you can indulge in a bit of culture.

Have a great weekend!!

Alex 🙂

A heartfelt thank you to the 98 authors — from 25 states and 13 countries — who contributed their work to our MY SWEET WORD Series, which ran from September 16 – October 31, 2015. We really loved this series! One of the best ever! Many thanks to our authors from around the world!

Steve Luria Ablon (Massachusetts)
Tobi Alfier (California)
Elizabeth Alford (California)
Sandra Anfang (California)
Barbara Bald (New Hampshire)
BAM (Japan)
Anna Lena Phillips Bell (North Carolina)
Tara Betts (Illinois)
Michele Hyatt-Blankman (Maryland)
Jane Boch (Virginia)
Rose Mary Boehm (Peru)
Michèle Alter Brenton (Wales)
Harry Calhoun (North Carolina)
Don Kingfisher Campbell (California)
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm (England)
Adrian Ernesto Cepeda (California)
Tricia Marcella Cimera (Illinois)
SuzAnne C. Cole (Texas)
Joanne Corey (New York)
Chella Courington (California)
Rodrigo Dela Peña, Jr. (Singapore)
Melanie Dunbar (Michigan)
Lisken Van Pelt Dus (Massachusetts)
Barbara Eknoian (California)
Brian Evans-Jones (Maine)
Jennifer Finstrom (Illinois)
Rebecca Fremo…