Without you

Without You by Chris Hall lunasonline
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On the blank screen
the cursor blinks

Impatiently?
Accusingly?

Like a heartbeat?
A countdown?

Close your eyes
Listen and look

Who’s there?
What are they doing?

Write it down
Quickly! Quickly!

Be nice to them
Nurture them

Or one day they
your characters, might run away.

And then where would you be?

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The last of his kind

velociraptor
Velociraptor by Alex CF

He was the last of his kind.
Wearily he lay down,
waiting for the end.
He’d sensed it coming.

The heavens darkened,
flames filled the sky.
The celestial destructor bore down
upon his Mother Earth.

Would she survive?
Would others come after?
No answer came.

His body crisped to dust.

 


This wonderful piece of artwork was posted by Jason H. Abbott last week, as part of his science fiction art series. This was what I was moved to write.

Here’s the link to Jason’s original post: https://aetherealengineer.com/2019/05/10/10may19/

 

 

The Door

The Door by Chris Hall lunasonline
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Light, white-blinding, unable to move.  
Where am I?
Try to remember.

The Door.
I came through The Door.
I remember now.

Revelations.
Flying, over the earth, outside my body,
Outside everything.

Looking down upon myself
at the whiteness of the sheet
covering me.

No need for wine or water.
No need for bread or meat.
I have entered through The Door.

Seeing through the glass darkly,
the way ahead unclear,
but my mind (my soul?) is moving on.

No need for the corporeal,
Set adrift, cast aside,
Abandoned.

On the other side of The Door.

Flight of fancy

Flight of Fancy by Chris Hall lunasonline
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I watched a dragonfly today

Blue-bright body, wings of lace

Like a little ‘copter

or a miniature drone.

 

I watched a dragonfly today

Circle, hover, perch, take flight

Like a tiny bi-plane

or a teensy flying-boat.

 

I watched a dragonfly today

And this time looked more closely

Admired its engineering

Saw the faerie in the cockpit.

What will become of us?

mother

She
at one time
could have held
the whole world in her hands.
The wide oceans and the high mountains,

the hills, the valleys and the lakes;
the mighty forests
and sweetly painted flowers;
she encompassed all of her bounty.
The beasts both wild and gentle roamed
across all the fertile earth, free and fruitful.
It was paradise.
But then Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve were unleashed.
They grew wise and strong; their numbers swelled. They spread.
And as their knowledge grew, so did their ambition.
Their need to abuse, oppress and exploit.
She slapped them down like the wicked children they were.
She sent earthquakes and tidal waves; war, famine and disease.
But still they persisted.
She tries to cling on, keeping it together for the good of the world.
But the children of the world press harder, mine deeper, defile and destroy.
And when she can no longer hold on to us?
What then?
What will
become
of us?


From  a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry
https://helenevaillant.com/2019/04/09/what-do-you-see-april-09-2019/

No More Stories

say what you see 08.04.19 lunasonline chris hall

In the sodium lit, neon flicking city, electricity hums.
In homes where data downloads and Netflix streams,
everything’s on tap, content feeds.

No more mysteries, no more myths,
fables are unnecessary. All is explained
by an expert, a pundit or an app.

A glorious storm floods the dark skies,
unnoticed a lightning bolt flies.
A switch is tripped. Darkness.

Emergency lights click on, generators kick in,
faces are blue-screen illuminated.
No-one tells stories any more.


From  a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry
https://helenevaillant.com/2019/04/02/11001/