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Reflections in Moonlight

The night we

swam in the pond

dark water and moonlight

our teeth slightly chattering,

brilliantly gleaming

in the not quite warm spring

glad your farmhouse

was six miles out of town

sanctuary to hide Strawberry Hill wine

that tasted somewhat

like the sour grapes of living

mixed with lifesavers

treading water

giggling girls, silly splashing

gum tree casting shadows

car lights bounced across the vista

somewhere in the distance

we raced for the dock

scurry, hurry

as little night trolls scrambled

purveyors of night schemes

keepers of secrets


38 thoughts on “Reflections in Moonlight

  1. Who could forget Boone’s Farm? It did taste like “sour grapes of living / mixed with lifesavers.” And that familiar panic when you thought someone was coming? Nice alliteration and embedded rhyming. Especially loved the magical ending… “as little night trolls scrambled / purveyors of night schemes / keepers of secrets.” A story we all know well, masterfully told. Great job, Lana!:)

  2. Putting aside the blatant breaches of health and safety… ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Great piece of writing, LT showing off your ability to place a reader at the scene. Fortunately it was dark and I couldn’t hear any secrets for the splashing and ear piercing scream when someone saw me behind the gum tree and mistook me for a night troll ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Phil, you make me laugh so much. I wish you could bottle that wonderful sense of humor and give it to all of us, then I wouldn’t have to troll around the dark recesses of memory to dig up a story. Or perhaps I would….humor is always such great fun!

      • Oh thanks LT. The deal is you keep digging round the recesses of your memory for your excellent stories and I’ll try and make an entertaining quip once in a while ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Lovely, Lana. Brings back memories. For me, it was Boone’s Farm Apple Wine and nighttime skinny dips in Lake Champlain in VT. I love how so many of us have similar memories of our youths. You captured those days beautifully. ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Beautifully written with a sweet story of youth…can just sense the cold, excitement and then fear of being seen. Lovely ending of ‘as little night trolls scrambled/ purveyors of night schemes/keepers of secrets’. When those secrets feel large enough to fill your world. Have a great weekend, Lana. ๐Ÿ˜€โค๏ธ

    • Thank you so much, Annika, for your gracious comments. I’m glad you enjoyed reading this. What a wonderful way to describe those teenage secrets, “when they feel large enough to fill your world.” That’s really how those secrets seem back then. Have a lovely weekend also, Annika ๐Ÿ˜€

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