WE ARE FABLES

WE ARE FABLES

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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Fleeting flights of fancy...

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We are fables

fleeting flights of fancy

myths with Morpheus our muse

covering us in magic madness

cloaking us with memory's sadness

this hollow face merely my mask

costumed in silken colors of skin

reflections of these stories we tell

the stories we become so well

act by act

scene by scene

day river flows into night stream

living the lightness of this living dream

I’m late

I’m late

for Alice is calling 

says the Hatter is falling

and soon we shall be dancing

with the Red Queen lithely prancing

in the shadows of their tales we writhe

before Cronus comes with his scythe

comes and carries us home

home where fables sleep

in dark oceans dreadful deep... 


© 2017 An owl on the moon



Author's Note

An owl on the moon
"Lorsqu’un adulte entre dans le monde des fables il ne peut plus en sortir.”
(When an adult enters the world of fables he cannot get out.)
― Hugo Pratt Cort Maltese en Siberie

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I very much love references to Alice in Wonderland & you've done it judiciously here. I enjoyed the playfulness of both your storyline & your word play. There are a delightful number of sound combinations that make this "sound" like a lyrical fairy tale.

Posted 5 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

5 Months Ago

Alice in her Wonderland gives me endless inspirations. So thankful you find the joy in them as well.. read more
First off Craig, I like your new pen name.
Reality and fantasy can certainly cross lines, especially when our dreams become memories.
Excellent as always.

Posted 5 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

5 Months Ago

My friend, always glad when you stop by. Thank you so much for your constant encouragement.

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