Poets logo

One Moon, Two Suns, and a Red Sky

The electric box hums and whines, it sings in a way that makes banshees cry.

By Rosie J. SargentPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read

A pisces child born on a day of luck, dreaming of something but always stuck. The red cycle comes under the silver light, and manifesting in darkness comes the white. One moon, two suns and a red sky, I am back at home with tears in my eyes. I run and run as far as I can, but every time I go nowhere, nothing - no plan. I am bewitched and enchanted by the haze, a spell I know will never break. I cannot escape my broken mind, from the pain in my legs to that in my spine.

The flickering street lamps, the graffiti on the bridge, the old park with rusty swings. The old lady just down the road, with her black cats, knitted hats and stories forever untold. The tall hill with a giant sleeping underneath, hiding fairies, goblins, and talking trees. The electric box hums and whines, it sings in a way that makes banshees cry.

Everything is distorted and in reverse, I cannot escape this house, am I cursed? I worked so hard to get away but my dreams keep me back, one more time out the door and maybe I'll snap...back into reality with just one sun, the sky is so red how can this be undone? The moon hangs in the web of the two suns, carved like a pumpkin with one eye or none. Rivers of red overlap the sky, one cannot tell if it is day or night.

Burn the sage quickly and light it fast, allow me to - please, forget my past. I want the ghosts gone, the skeletons too, oh and take some demons with you. Let me out of the dream, let me out of this mess, I did all I could, I tried my best. Dear moon if you can hear me please ask the suns if they will let me go if I accept they won. I cannot hide who I am, or who I will always be, I beg of you to let me win this challenge, so mote it be.

[aha]

Don't forget to like and subscribe, and as always stay safe, stay hopeful and stay blessed!

nature poetryperformance poetry

About the Creator

Rosie J. Sargent

I am a victim of comma splice, and a lack of, sleep.

Follow me on Threads & YouTube

Reader insights

Outstanding

Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

Top insights

  1. Compelling and original writing

    Creative use of language & vocab

  2. Eye opening

    Niche topic & fresh perspectives

  3. On-point and relevant

    Writing reflected the title & theme

Add your insights

Comments (3)

Sign in to comment
  • Veronica Coldiron3 years ago

    The imagery bespoke such dark incantive thought. Very nightmare-like, but too thrilling to look away. Nice job!

  • Cathy holmes3 years ago

    Very nicely done.

  • This was a truly crazy , but brilliantly reported dream

Find us on social media

Miscellaneous links

  • Explore
  • Contact
  • Privacy Policy
  • Terms of Use
  • Support

© 2026 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.