WELCOME TO THE 13 DAYS OF HORROR
He’s back…with a moonscape prose. My next guest write has shared one piece with us already and I couldn’t help but sneak him back for one more. With his own mountain of credits and published works, including his distinguished piece, Running with the Iron Rooster, published on A Twist of Noir and another top 40 victor of the 2009 Editor Unleashed Flash Fiction 40 Contest, and oodles of other fantastic works on Full of Crow, The Calliope Nerve, 55 A Day, an excellent chapbook at Six Sentences (Six Months of His Life), Thrillers, Killers, ‘n’ Chillers (Homegrown Tomatoes – one of my favs), Powder Burn Flash…better grab that cold one, there is frightening length of web pubs. Basically, he’s hot at the NOT.
Please welcome my next guest and good friend, Michael J. Solender and his captivating poem, Hunter Moon.
Hunter Moon
by Michael J. Solender
Barn owls wait solo in the nocturne
Glowing beryl steals through midnight fog
Ears that see intention pique
Raptors know the hunted hide
Hollow cries still the moment
A sense, a feeling, an omniscient tell
She knows too well that fate befalls them
Hers instinct born of blood and capture
Night belongs to her and her prey alone
They fall this eve so she may live
Their numbers, the balance, completes the cycle
The void, the darkness, follows the Hunter moon
Michael blogs here: Not From Here, Are You?
Gosh M J ,you sure know how to capture all that is beautiful & intriguing in a story ,and with such great feel too.
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Mikey,I am so impressed. Poetry at it's creepyiest.Jeanette Cheezum
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MJ ~ You piqued me at "ears that see intention pique" . . . and then I howled right into solemnnity of creepy silent watch and wait ~ the autumnal mood of moon, at haunt for hunt.Evoking stuff, your lyrical voice, dans la nuit.~ Absolutely*KateENIGMATIC ELEGANT EERIE ERIN: Another terrific horrific!
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Is there anything more ominous sounding than: "Barn owls wait solo in the nocturne" ??? Creepy.
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Her instinct born of blood and capture – that's a great line. I loved the feel of this whole piece, the smooth darkness of it.
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Mike,You've captured all that is beautiful, dark, alluring in this piece. Angel picked out my favorite verse. The flow and feel is what impresses me the most. Just excellent.ps. The pic is perfect!
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I didn't think poems belonged to Halloween, but you and Angel have proved me wrong. There is awesome magic and darkness in this piece – the descriptions, the flow, and how it depicts one of my favorite goddesses, the Mother Crone.Outstanding work.
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Yeah, Michael. You've created a darkly atmospheric work. "They fall this eve so she may live" so much can be gleaned from this line; autumn, sacrifice, allusions to the biblical Eve. Nice!
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This is absolutely fantastic. Extra rounds of applause. Very impressive!
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Great mood piece, Michael!
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Great piece, Two poems in a row, and I've not sulked, they must be good :o)
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Nice mood, dude! Glad Erin allowed you a second bite at the cherry. This was cool (and I don't even get poetry!!)
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