Never Together by Leslie Moon #atozchallenge

Today is the N for A to Z challenge. This week I am stepping into the writer’s circle and writing a week long serial set in the metropolis of NewCago. Its a bit of noir, crime and even some fiction. Though this is a serial, I do understand some of you will be dropping by via A to Z so you can read each day as stand alone microfiction.

The first of the NewCago series – “Missed”

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I remember the first time we saw each other – We hadn’t seen each other since we were kids out in the country.

Then everything went haywire. Caesar took what he wanted including the lives of my parents.

At 17, I fled – their night screams chased me for years.

I was entranced by New Cago; she beckoned with her dazzling lights and her rich satins. I didn’t know about the slime underneath until it owned me.

Sam didn’t know how I was making it, I didn’t have the heart to tell him.

 When I wrote,  I told him I had a job and my own place.

Yeah, some call  it a job. The men liked my blue eyes ‘that girl has spirit!’

 But what the hell there was money and a bunk.  I wasn’t locked up in someone’s vault and the temple goons stayed away.

Caesar was murdered and we all celebrated in fountains of bubbly. Within days, the gangs took over and I learned to shoot a gun.

A gang lord wanted to claim me as “property rights.”

Sam showed up just when they were forging my personal chain.

Sam  always could look straight down to my heart. He knew but never said a word.

Sam was something those gangsters were not and they feared him.

Evil never sleeps though and on my birthday someone took a lucky shot.

Dog gone, I’ve pulled Sam into this rotten city and now I’m dead.

 My real name is Lucerne which means ‘Life.’  My blood is a type of antidote Medicago they call it. That’s why when the bullet passed through me and into Sam he didn’t die.

Sam, do what you’ve gotta do – my blood will keep you alive.

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Undone #poetry #photography #art

paint undone

Slain

by your sharp edged heart

well aimed piercing

dart

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Dripping

off the edge of my page

blood flows free at this

stage

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Alone

none to hold back the pain

too late to catch bloody

rain

*

Undone

mere ashes in your hands

fiend, my death so long

planned

Art and Photograph “Undone” © L. Moon 2013

Gateway to Death #poetry #photography

hell's gate

Bolted twice and once padlocked

Hairs rose on my back as I passed

“what can fools fear here”

the crows mocked

death’s never taken its last

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Boney fingers in a long, far reach

striving against iron grate

“warm healthy blood

I offer one taste

 no fear there’s the strong, sturdy gate “

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blood rose and poured out my mouth

foaming it took out my teeth

“release me”

I cried to no one

up drove creped horse with black wreath

*

Unbolted twice and unpadlocked

Hairs rose on my back as it passed

“you are a fool

to have come here”

death’s reaper has taken his pass

***

This is just a taste to wet your lips. Go to Pen of the Damned and get a full coarse meal of death.

“Feast at my burial. I’ll bring the beer.”

Photograph: “Hell’s Gate” © L. Moon 2013

Poisoned by the Damned #flashfiction #darkfiction

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Looking for inspiration for your night of horror? Come by Pen of the Damned and read what we have brewing. Here’s a taste:

  • Open your eyes and see the world for the first time.
  • “Wizard or Warlock, which shall it be?”
  • It was no longer needed
  • I mix well and put it in a flask
  • How much lovelier we would be if we were dead.
  • Pass me the glasses,
  • Drink Deep
  • Here’s to us darling!

And there are prizes but I think you need to climb in a coffin to claim them.

Reap what we sow #dark #poetry #PEN

the green place that I’d known
had been watered red and died
nothing was left to atone
the sun on that day must have cried

Come on over to Pen of the Damned where there is an unusual reaping. Reaping the Harvest  my newest dark poem seems oddly appropriate for the day our government in the United States has shut down.

Photography: Pen of the damned icon by Bernini

Harvest in sepia © L. Moon

Dead on Delivery #poetry #photography #poetsunited

roses

petals pulled away my heart

spikes picketed into my soul

waters that once so freely flowed

dried up and blew away

***

petals pulled away my heart

love it seemed between us too

wrapped up with a bow

came dead upon delivery

**

petals pulled away my heart

words inscribed in red

buried long ago

none can unearth love’s end

**

Petals pulled away my heart

locked up by your deception

one of us must go

I’ll gladly take the keys

the key

Photography “Roses”, “The Key” © L. Moon 2013

I love the visual of locks and keys especially the old fashioned kind. Today’s poem was inspired by Kim at Poet’s United / Verse First the prompt – “Lock”

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Dont know what to say (poem)

You answered

but

there was something there

or was there something

missing?

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It had been joyous

every moment

of every

day

chiding, teasing,

laughing

loving

***

Each moment of each day

beautiful

like a rose blooming

each stage

a new

fragrant

beauty

***

Is this

the brown

dry

about to be

blown away

dead

end

Thanks to : CTwirler12 for the dead rose

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Dew Rose by L. Moon (Top Photo)

The Message…

Yes this is a Flash 55 but to read the beginning of the story you have to go to my friend J. Bengel’s site and read Vespers

The phone rang again.
Deep breath on the other end.
“Sorry it’s me again. I saw her. I’m back from the edge of death.

Before they sent me back a beautiful woman brushed my hand and whispered your name.

Tell him I’m here. I’m waiting. I love him.”
“Thanks” was all I could say
“Goodluck.”

Go to the G-Man for more Flash 55- Thanks G!!!

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Somber

What will I do with this day?

Oh so full of  grey

Is there any life around?

listen – is there sound?

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Is that fragrance spring?

a twitter with a ring

blossom peaking out her head

or is all dead?

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a mere ray of light

birds taking flight

will life  re-bound?

is that green on the ground?

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So easily does the gloom

over my life loom

no sense in this day

seems meaningless and grey

***

When all seems as loss

I measure the cost

and realize

I still have breath for this day

Photo: ” Somber Day” – L. Moon