Something about the Moon
Sometimes good glows like a beacon, even in the evilest times. It’s the lopsided grin of the moon beaming through treetops. That moon and I became old friends. It made me feel the world would go on, even if I didn’t survive. But there were good people, too. One of them was Marie. I’m headed to her old farm now, hoping to find some clues.
As I turn from the dirt road, I see the old house is still standing. I walk around to the back door, stumble, and . . .
am lost in swirling images and memories. Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings a children’s song. Marie drove us crazy singing Au Clair de la Lune over and over.
I open my eyes. Look at the woman standing beside me, “Marie? I thought you were dead.”
For dVerse prosery, continuing my spy series. Using the line, “Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—” from Oliver Wendell Holmes. I made up Marie singing, and then discovered there’s a real song that fits.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Intriguing. Enjoyed this story.
Much💖love
Thank you, Gillena. 😊
Voices can conjure ghosts, as can songs. Perfect for this painting, too. (K)
You’re right, Kerfe. Thank you.
The woman in the painting makes me think of Miss Gulch in the Wizard of Oz, but I love the shadows and reflections in the window. I may have to use it again for that. 🙂
I think I’ve used it several times myself…or at least collage interpretations of it.
I love that ending, caught me by surprise, and the whole notion of the voice calling forth memories.
Thank you, Paul. I’m pleased you were surprised.
It was harder for me to make this one flow.
Ah, yes, the struggle royal, well this worked supremely well from my readers view.
Thank you. 😊
So welcome Merril. 🙂
Edvard Munch’s paintings are so spooky, at least the ones that I’ve seen so far. Your story was very interesting. You told it in a way that kept me wondering what was going to happen next. And the ending was fabulous.
Thank you very much, Tanmay.
I’m glad you enjoyed the ending! I’ve been writing this sort of series for dVerse prosery . . . so I’m pleased you found this snippet interesting.
Munch did a variety of paintings. The Philadelphia Museum of Art has a mermaid mural that he painted. Maybe a little creepy, too. 😏 https://philamuseum.org/collection/object/224544
They don’t seem like art I’d put on my wall, but they’re perfect in a museum to spice things up. I’ve never been to the Philadelphia museum, so most of this artwork was new to me. Thanks, Merril.
No, I can’t imagine having “The Scream” on my wall. I think most of his work is in Norway.
I have “The Scream” on my study wall, right in my line of sight at the desk. A former admin assistant gave it to me.
I didn’t even notice the line of poetry! My theory up in smoke 🙂 This was a surprising section. It’s not often than you leave us in suspense quite like that. At least we have a portrait of Marie.
Thank you! That’s great that you didn’t notice the line.
Yes, I still have no idea where this story is going, so why not through in another character!
And the portrait 🤣🤣🤣
The portrait was a touch of genius 🙂
Wasn’t it good of Munch to comply? 🙂
It must have been one of his more considerate days 🙂
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Oooooooh, this prose gave me chills. Chills. Well done!
Wow–thank you so much, Helen! 😊
Wonderful! I’m with Jane, I had to go back and “find” the line as I never noticed it, you incorporated it so well.
And yes, this is a children’s song we sang all the time when we were young. 🙂
Thank you so much, Dale!
Oh, that’s interesting about the song. 🙂
It’s a “classic” 😉
It’s rather suggestive. 😏
It really is. Like so many French songs. Children sing them without getting the double entendres… Kind of like the insides Disney and Pixar slip in, knowing parents are also watching 😉
Yes, true.
I used to love the things Sesame Street slipped in–nothing suggestive, just humor for the adults.
Exactly! 🙂
I’m always happy to see another installment of the spy story come across my email.
Thank you, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!
WOW!
Le shivers!
This might sound crazy, but this poem makes me think of Liz Cheney.
Thank you.
Liz Cheney???
Good gleaming like a beacon even in the evilest times-
Her policies suck, but her decency in standing up honestly for the republic, against trump is powerful.
You thought Marie was dead – Sometimes I worry about the USA dying. In a sense, one party is already dead…. seemingly.
Then she’s alive. It feels like the USA will survive.
Possibly I made that connection because she’s been in the news a lot lately, especially the last couple of days, and lost to a trumper.
And it is part of your spy story. Lotsa spies in politics.
Also, my brain is not normal.
Hahaha. OK.
Yes, the primary in Wyoming was yesterday. I agree that I don’t like her politics, but she is decent and horrified at those who are trying to destroy the government (even if she vote with them most of the time).
Pretty spooky, but very gripping and intriguing. I enjoyed reading this.
Thank you!
Merril, I commented on your post And so, the sea, but I think it went to spam. In fact I commented on all the dVerse posts and I think 80% of them went to spam. WP is really acting up!
Thank you for reminding me to check spam. I found your comment, and a couple others, but most of them were definitely spam.
Merril, her presence is unquestioningly there. I like the way you left whether or not Marie is alive or not open to the reader’s interpretation. Nice use of the prompt line!
Thank you very much, Lisa!
You’re welcome 🙂
Haunting
Thank you, Derrick.
Like the way you left ended this one!
Thank you! 🙂
This would fit nicely into your spy saga…
Yes, that’s the intent. Thank you, Ingrid.
I agree, very intriguing…music is powerful, it can change my mood in a flat second.
Thank you. I suppose it can.
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