MOONSHINE

Cold surroundings
in the mountains,
Frightening silence
of dark woods.
Haunting nightlife,
wolves are howling,
shadows lurking
In the gloom.

A rotting cabin,
missing planks,
filled with cardboard,
all decayed.
Rusty tin and moldy stone,
shapeless bricks to build a wall.

A copper still that barely stands,
its feet like claws on dirty land,
its parts unfit, that might have been
a long ago all shimmering.
Foot by foot apart each barrel
holds distasteful apparel.
Pale corn turning into slime,
mash of barley, fruits and rye,
sizzling into soda pop,
boiling, fizzling pungent stench,
forcing nostrils drench in pain.

“Darling,
where are the stars?
Where is the moon,
guiding lovers high above
the plantations you can see
all around down Tennessee?”

“Touch the moon
and taste its shine!
Strong.
Powerful.
Divine.
For it’s holding mighty heaven,
universe of thousand sources
to defeat all Hell’s hordes forces!
As who conquers,
he rejoices
with the gift from God,
in blood,
In mind,
In eyes that see
raising power endlessly...”

The field is freezing.
She wakes up.
Dim clouds lingering around.
Lying naked
on the ground
she aches,
she bleeds
- her stolen shine.

TanjaT