Nobody listened to the warnings, so when it came, it was a shock. The atmosphere was so badly poisoned by toxic smog from burning forests, exhaust fumes and waste, it leaked into space and discoloured the face of the moon. It just disappeared.
After a number of years, older children had forgotten about it and those born after the smog didn’t know what it looked like anyway. A cult grew up around the invisible satellite that promised to glow again one day when all pollution had been cleared and the Earth restored to its health and beauty.
Parents across the planet continue to tell their children stories, read poems and croon lullabies about the pale face in the sky that once watched over them, so that in their dreams they sleep with the moon, unaware that she is listening and watching over them still. [144 words]
Kim M. Russell, 14th September 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Prosery: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams
Merril is back with September’s Prosery prompt to inspire prose that includes a line from a poem, which can be flash fiction, nonfiction, or creative nonfiction no longer than 144 words, not including the title. We can change punctuation and capitalize words in the given line, but we may not insert words.
Like me, Merril goes to bed early but loves seeing the moon in the morning. This past week, she imagined it was watching over her on her morning walk, which inspired her choice of line:
“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”
From Mary Oliver, ‘Death at Wind River’
This is such a sad story… and I think there are many today who live with only a memory of the pale face of the moon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Bjorn. ,
LikeLike
Your fairy tale could very well be a prophesy. Beautifully conveyed, Kim.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much, Lisa.
LikeLiked by 1 person
“Parents across the planet continue to tell their children stories, read poems and croon lullabies about the pale face in the sky that once watched over them,”… this is heartwrenchingly beautiful, Kim! 💝
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sanaa!
LikeLike
Oh, Kim, this is a stunner! It reminded me of Italo Calvino – a fairy tale with added melancholy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Sarah!
LikeLike
I love how you’ve used the line, Kim. And with todays forest forest fires ablaze across California and Oregon, it is all to prophetic!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Lill.
LikeLike
This is sad, but the writing is lovely. I like how you incorporated the line.
And it’s funny, but it reminded me of one of my favorite Star Trek Next Generation episodes where Capt. Picard sort of dream experiences a world that is gone (and gets his flute), gradually the climate went. . .
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Merril. I must look up that episode, it’s one I don’t remember.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s such a great episode. He falls in love, has children, and grandchildren. . .
LikeLiked by 1 person
We look forward to the day of healed earth
Happy Monday Kim
Much💛love
LikeLiked by 1 person
Happy Monday and much love, Gillena!
LikeLike
This is so sad for me to read but that could be influenced by the smoky filled view from my Portland, Oregon window. I do like the hopefulness that the parents continued to tell stories and sing of the moon to their children.
Take care.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Ali. Please keep safe in these dangerous times.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am doing my best. You too.
LikeLike
Geeez, KR. I never thought anyone could make me happy to be reading about smog but, damn, Sister, ..
You da one.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aw, Ron, you are too kind.
LikeLike
I pray for rain to dispel the dreadful toxic smoke that blankets the west. Normally, my daughter sees Mt. Hood in the distance from her bedroom window. She longs to see it again. My heart goes out to all those who’ve lost their homes and even their communities. Beautiful poem, Kim
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Bev. I’ve been watching the news and it is heartbreaking to see the devastation caused by the fires. If only those in power had listened.
LikeLike
This is wonderfully written, Kim. A sad story with lots of hope.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Dale. Hope is important.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is!
LikeLike
Great use of the prompt, Kim. I love the way the moon still held prominence even though it was smudged out by pollution!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Dwight.
LikeLike
So sad, that children only know the moon in their dreams. A possibly prophetic piece of writing, though I hope not.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sherry. I’m beginning to wonder what will come next, a plague of locusts?
LikeLike
Kim, this was a blow to the gut to read, as we in the PacNW are consumed by opaque poisonous air — especially Oregon and California. This is hauntingly good, and shatteringly accurate.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Rob. I hope you’re keeping safe.
LikeLike
WA state is also covered in smoke, ash, and embers; it all seems so biblical.Your piece is deliciously dystopian, yet there are whiffs of hope midst the toxicity.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Glenn. I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like in the USA at the moment. The mad POTUS, the pandemic, riots, fires – it is indeed biblical.
LikeLike
Good one, Kim. Better then good. I love the way it flows and how you tied the prompt in so perfectly. Well done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much!
LikeLike
We will croon about the lovely moon to our grandchildren…even if she hides her face!
LikeLiked by 1 person
We have done since we first saw her back in the mists of time. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I timely and poignant piece, Kim – let’s hope it never comes to that.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It looks like it might be heading that way, Ingrid.
LikeLiked by 1 person
yes a very sad tale with hope woven in beautifully … pray it never comes to this!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Kate. Me too!
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a timely message
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is wonderful! So relatable to what we don’t understand.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Mary.
LikeLike
I wonder if we wouldn’t just forget the moon, like we’ll forget about giraffes and elephants. Pretending is one thing we’re good at.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hope we don’t forget about giraffes and elephants, or any other animals. Elephants never forget!
LikeLike
They’ll be enshrined in a Disney film and the spin off stuffed animals.
LikeLike
A sad tale of our moon made invisible. Sad as well is how people don’t pay much attention to the moon, even when she is right here.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Except for us poets!
LikeLiked by 1 person
lovely use of the prompt. A seamless blend. So timely. Love it!
Pat
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Pat!
LikeLike