Flash Fiction 55 Special April Edition #3

"Another Friday, another 55 words to chronicle the long march, the wild hunt, the dance of the living and dead. We come to remember a man who had more to give than take from the world of blogging, Galen Hayes, and to explore the meme he brought us as the world turns around us in its ceaseless change.

There are no rules, except to write 55 words of prose or poetry--no more, no less, and link them in the comments below between Friday and Sunday morning for myself and others to read."

I wrote this intro over two years ago but it seems even more apt today, plus I wanted to include Galen, as I always remember him on these days.

Same rules, as above. The prompt will be live from Friday midnight to Sunday at 4:00 PM 

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Here is my 55:

 Caviar At Two In The Morning

The moon

fogs the spectacles of night,

fuzzes the stampeding stars;

kinder than morning's hot tongue, who

flicks them inside her like shad-roe.

Tear-soak

wets fever's stiff face,

mines gold from the cold-plated light

gone dead in the eyes of old players

drowned in the wellspring of midnight

who sleep but can only dream nightmares.

April 2020

Images: Moonrise, Beaumarais  © Clarice Becket   Fair Use

Author and title unknown via internet tagged Coven of Ceridwen   Fair Use