It was the moon that had awakened her that night.
High as an elephant’s eye, gleaming in the sky,
full and overflowing,
calling, calling, her name like a distant
and forlorn lover.
Silently she arose,
annoyed at the intrusion.
Would sleep ever grace her eyes again?
Fumbling in the bedside drawer,
Lisbeth gathered her wits….
My first effort at the 55 word challenge…at 3am, with a full moon!
I was challenged to do a 55 word piece…I wasn’t sure whether to post this in my journal or in the writing section….so here it is.