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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Excellent job with the prompt. I LOVE the picture you used.
Thanks Angela! I love that picture too. 🙂
Suberb. True writing, that you can pull so much emotion and psychology out of 33 words.
Aw, thank you so much Pirate! 🙂
This reminded me of the Sandman comics that Neil Gaiman penned way back. Maybe it was the picture, but the words were evocative. Beautifully done!
That’s quite a compliment! (For both me and the artist.) Thank you so much! 🙂
Your words are just perfection! Goodness I love this!
Thanks Deb! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
Ah, I could go in SO MANY DIRECTIONS with this! I love when a poem or prose unleashes my imagination like that – just as this did.
I love when that happens too! So glad it had that effect on you Natalie! 🙂
This is really cool.
Thanks Draug! 🙂
Particularly liked image of wings beating like a heart 🙂
Thanks so much Imaginator! 🙂
Nicely done (again!) I like the line about choosing not to see the darkness until it eclipsed him/her. So true, we notice after it’s too late.
That’s always the way, isn’t it? Thanks for a great comment Janna! 🙂
Perfect, Suzanne! 33 powerful words, and once again I’m simply in awe of your talent!
Aw, thank you so much Valerie! 🙂
Excellent.
Thank you! 🙂
” Saw black wings unfurl, beating like my heart.” ….so darkly beautiful Suzanne…and the picture..perfect.
Thanks lovely lady! I’m so glad you liked it. And yeah, that picture is just gorgeous, isn’t it?
Truly….you’re one talented lady.
I’m with everyone else, wings beating with her heart. Beautiful, eerily beautiful.
Thank you so much Renee! 🙂
What!?! Awesome. It’s always after he has that you see he has you.
Absolutely. Thanks so much for your comment! 🙂
Good piece, Very cool!
Thanks Joe! I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
Cheers!
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. 🙂
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!
Those black wings are such a velvet temptation…
They certainly are! So soft… 😉
Another case of choosing our own reality, the way she didn’t see the darkness until it was too late. As is so often the case.
So true. Thanks for commenting! 🙂
That’s evil for you – by the time your drawn in it’s too late. A grew piece of writing Suzanne.
Thanks Mike! 🙂
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. 😛
Yep. It’s in our nature to turn a blind eye until we’re past the point of no return. Silly humans. 🙂
beating like my heart. wow.
You and matches – I’m beginning to think you’ve got a bit of piromaniac to you : )
Ha! I wondered if you would comment on the fire-starting Kymm. Yes, I think I may have a little problem with fire. 😉
Suzanne, you never disappoint. There is so much power and creepiness in your 33 words. Well done … again!
Aw, thank you so much Ivy! 🙂
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.
Oh, what a great comment, Kir! I’m sorry it hurt, but I’m glad that you loved it anyway. 🙂