TWINKLE, TWINKL...TWINK...TWIN...TWI...?????
It began on a day at dawn. The sun didn't rise. Surprise! It just popped up in the sky suddenly, instantly. A switch was flipped which changed the sky from dark night to bright morning light. The moon could still be seen, a ghostly green, fading quickly from the scene. White puffs of cloud left over from t night soared heavenward like birds in panic flight. One by one they deserted the sun. One by one. Then there were none.
There never was a sky so blue. A sun bonfire bright seared the skin. turned trees to ashes in an instant, insistently. Grass, once lush, luscious green. turned yellow, brown, then deadly gray, blades blown away like scraps of hay, scurried like tumble weed, hurried by. Why? It had no place to go or grow. This was so.
Beds of lakes, of streams and oceans, too, had not a notion what to do, but knew what their waters were going through. Liquid life reached full boil, gave way to rocks and sandy soil. Flying fish, sharks and seals, slippery eel, carp, catfish, cod, all God created, waited. The watery world evaporated.
At least some creatures, man and beast, found temporary shelter here and there, gasping in the sun-dried air, hoping night would return, cool the blazing sun. The day of heat passed, at last. The moon returned, cast its glow. A thousand thousand stars multiplied, tried to find a place in space.
Eyes watched in wonder through the night as stars winked, twinkled bright. The moon looked down on the world below. The air was cool in the summer night. No one had an inkling what was to be.
The moon disappeared. Onlookers feared they knew not what. Stars collided, decided to explode, returned to dust as all things must. Twinkling ceased in massive patches like burned out matches. In the time it took the light in the sky to die so, too, did all the guests who lived at God's behest. It happened just as science predicted. Earth's children didn't pay their rent so all were evicted. Who inherited this wasted place in space?
All that's left. Roaches and rats.
There never was a sky so blue. A sun bonfire bright seared the skin. turned trees to ashes in an instant, insistently. Grass, once lush, luscious green. turned yellow, brown, then deadly gray, blades blown away like scraps of hay, scurried like tumble weed, hurried by. Why? It had no place to go or grow. This was so.
Beds of lakes, of streams and oceans, too, had not a notion what to do, but knew what their waters were going through. Liquid life reached full boil, gave way to rocks and sandy soil. Flying fish, sharks and seals, slippery eel, carp, catfish, cod, all God created, waited. The watery world evaporated.
At least some creatures, man and beast, found temporary shelter here and there, gasping in the sun-dried air, hoping night would return, cool the blazing sun. The day of heat passed, at last. The moon returned, cast its glow. A thousand thousand stars multiplied, tried to find a place in space.
Eyes watched in wonder through the night as stars winked, twinkled bright. The moon looked down on the world below. The air was cool in the summer night. No one had an inkling what was to be.
The moon disappeared. Onlookers feared they knew not what. Stars collided, decided to explode, returned to dust as all things must. Twinkling ceased in massive patches like burned out matches. In the time it took the light in the sky to die so, too, did all the guests who lived at God's behest. It happened just as science predicted. Earth's children didn't pay their rent so all were evicted. Who inherited this wasted place in space?
All that's left. Roaches and rats.
posted by Ed Weiland at 1:05 AM
1 Comments:
I've enjoued your poetry a lot, Ed. I found your blog via Ageless Project today.
I especially like Twinkle, twinkl..twink... and will link to it in my own blog next week.
Your work is so readable, understandable, yet elegantly subtle.
Thank you!
Ann (aka Twilight)
Learning Curve on the Ecliptic
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