For NaPoWriMo: Day 15
halfway, midnight, mortal, forest, slow, purple
Betwixt Music and Mayhem
A long, long time ago,
halfway passed midnight,
when mortal loses meaning.
When a deep purple forest rests
beneath a sliver of moon
moving slowly through the sky.
The day the music died,
as slow purple haze descended
some time after midnight.
Less than halfway through forest,
realized I might no longer be
mortal flesh and bone.
Couldn’t take one more step.
Was halfway through deep purple
dream, lost in forest of midnight wonder.
Breathing mortal breath slowly, in
and out. Have been stuck inside
a well of silence, ever since.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/15/16
Notes: Per instructions: Italicized words are lines from the musical inspiration from today’s prompt. The six words were to be used in each verse, but to make different lines each time.
Image is a photograph put through the kaleidoscope app.