Trifextra: Morning Star

devil

Morning Star

I watched him strike the match. Saw black wings unfurl, beating like my heart.

Drawn in like a toy on a string, I chose not to see his darkness until it eclipsed me.

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This is my submission for this weekend’s Trifextra challenge, in which we had to write 33 words inspired by the Rolling Stones song Sympathy for the Devil, which just happens to be my favourite Stones song ever.

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Image credit: Andrew Festiov / Photoxpress.com

 

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47 thoughts on “Trifextra: Morning Star

  1. This may sound weird but, my response…..my immediate response to the closing line of your poem was to recall being in hospital once, long ago, in intensive care and being on morphine for the pain. I can vividly remember how, when the time came for my injections, the warmth of the morphine would slowly spread up my arm and throughout my body, taking all of my pain away. It was truly beautiful. In hindsight, the allure of drugs can be powerful and the addiction can have you before you even begin to realize that you are no longer in charge. Anyway, enough rambling. Sorry. Your poem was amazing, as usual. 🙂

    1. First of all, don’t ever apologize for sharing your response to my writing. I love to hear about the thoughts and feelings it conjures for other people. Second, I love that it made you think of morphine and the perils of addiction. While I’ve never fallen down that slope, I have also had morphine after surgery and can see how easy it would be to disappear into that particular darkness.

      Thanks so much for your comment Tom! 🙂 And Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. Very nice, especially that last line about not choosing to see the dark until it eclipses you. Isn’t that always the way? I mean, that’s the basic premise of “Breaking Bad” and Lex Luthor on Smallville and a zillion other stories. 😛

  3. I don’t think we ever know how something is tearing us apart until we are looking at the scattered pieces of ourselves that are beyond repair.

    I loved this, it hurt, in a place I can’t talk about, but I loved it.
    WOW.

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