Silver Midnight Moon

The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today is Time and What if?

Remember the night

of the silver midnight moon

when the stars were

bigger and shinier than

they should have been?


What if we’d wished on the

one that had fallen—

a quicksilver flash in the sky—

instead of falling, so easily, ourselves?

What if, instead of


the straight, clear shot, we’d chosen

the other path and strolled it


The winding, rutted, uphill trail

That would’ve given us


pause, to think and

think again.



Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

24 thoughts

  1. I like the whole poem, but especially the 2nd stanza, where you parallel the falling star and falling in love. Indeed and the wonder on relationships that have fallen like stars without wishes 😦

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Rob. Point well taken, and much appreciated! But like Shelby said in Steel Magnolia’s “…”I’d rather have ten minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.” Or something close to that. 🙂


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