Full moon falling

The road leads through more than a haunted howling lit by the moon.

Full moon falling

The rain, the fog, the photo they took
before the moon crashed.
Life now snuffed, mangled, glass-embedded,
the muffled cries that faded
before light returned to find their fossils
strewn among the melted memories
of long-forgotten folks
that once drove headlong, unforgiving,
through fog and mist,
much like us,
following the mythic moans,
undaunted by haunted howls.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.63] (18.august.2022)

12 lines
free verse using alliteration

For August '22: "Lighthouse On The Cliff Contest"