Twilight Quilt

This is for the prompt ‘Stars’. I’ve asked my wonderful friend Crystalina to help me with my prompt writing by doing one with me once a day, if we’re able, and so this is the first one we had. She asked me to give her one off the top of me head instead of in the book and that’s what I came up with. :) This is the finale result.

Thank you Crystal. I couldn’t have gotten around to this without your help! You have so much potential as a writer, please never give up and never hold back your spirit. Talent like yours is too precious and rare a gem to go wasted in this world. I do not doubt you will do grand things.

[You can find her awesome and beautiful response to the prompt here.]
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The good mother moon rises slowly in the sky, dancing out from behind the guise of blue as day fades into dark, a quilt of twilight wrapped firmly around her shoulders.

Sagittarius, Gemini, Libra, and all the other great houses spin above us as she turns, embroidered on the edge of that great quilt. It’s woven with the stars and painted with dreams and mystery in hues of black, blue, and indigo. To us it appears little more than little lights in the great pool of dark, bright specks oh so far away.

Little more than her face is shown to us and sometimes not ever that as her crescent gaze falls upon the earth, sometimes a mere sliver and other times her full white glowing smile so bright and radiant it’s hard to make out the details. Other times it seems as though she isn’t there, hiding her face during the darkest of days no wonder little children do the same with blankets of their own. They have learned it from the mother.

Night moves on as she continues to twirl and rise in her quilt of stars. She sings with the voice of crickets and kisses us good day with a soft breeze. Her footsteps following a path older than time her dance slowly comes to a halt as she descends, worn at last.

She will rest once more under the guise of a day sweetened sky, all the while dreaming of the stars wrapped in her quilt of twilight.

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