Summary: The Marauders, in the Shrieking Shack at moonset.
Freeverse.
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 1
Completed: Yes
Word count: 190
Read: 633
Published: 09/24/14
Updated: 10/06/14
Story Notes:
Originally written for various challenges at ffnet. The prompts were Marauders, and Freeverse.
1. Moonset by SilverDarkHorse
Moonset by SilverDarkHorse
Tangled, in the dusty drapes, lithe limbs all akimbo,
Pockmarked, freckled, scarred, scraped and bruised,
Sweat pooled in collar-hollows, dripping in rivulets,
Brows, pale, fever-moist, lips parched, hot, dry breath,
Hair scattered; black and brown, damp, dank and lank,
Four forms, unformed, gawky, gangly, unfinished,
Sinew, flesh on bone, twitches, turns, murmurs -
An exercise in haphazard grace,
In oblivion.
Beyond the ballast, the pale moon fades,
The darkest night does turn to grey,
The bleak fresh morn; the light, a heralder,
A stirring of the quiescent dreams,
Mumbles, murmurs, wriggles and writhes,
The dawn of conscious, eyes; brown, blue, grey,
Boy-limbs, unfurled; as though a bud from slumber,
Unforeseen elegance, unheralded delicacy,
The marionette of a master puppeteer.
Three forms awaken; softly stir, the last lies nestled, unaware,
Honey-brown tendrils, play-sped heart, dew-kissed brows,
Sleep-heavy limbs, flushed red; a rose-bed of scars, knitting grazes,
Dry, howl-weary lips, soft moans, a twitch of tenuous fingertips,
Sleepy mumbles, a slow-growing ache,
Conscious hovers on the edge; at last he awakens,
Four forms now, youth-bright gazes, clumsy, boyish hands,
A reassurance, a promise; slow, glowing warmth,
A moment, at dawn,
At Moonset.
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