There was no magic in my tiara. Only the sad reminder of the life I’d given up. Charlie would never understand why this crown needed to be taken on by me. Why I couldn’t let my brother ruin a legacy of grandeur. His heart wasn’t strong enough to carry this country. We weren’t made of the same DNA.
‘What’s this?’ she said.
His face gave nothing away: ‘It’s a knife,’ was all he said.
Sunrays shone brightly through the kitchen windows and the crescent shaped knife received them at just the right angle to dazzle them both with its reflective brilliance.
She gripped its twin handles in tightly clenched fists. ‘It’s a mezzaluna,’ she said. And her mouth tightened around the word before she continued on. “It’s a –“ and here she broke off and peered down at the knife – “a Wusthof tempered stainless steel 25 centimetre mezzaluna,” she said, reading the inscription on the blade.
‘For cutting pizza slices,’ he said.
‘We buy our pizza home-delivered!’ She was shouting now. ‘IT COMES SLICED. THEY DO THAT FOR YOU!!!’
‘Maybe I want smaller pieces!’ he was shouting now too. ‘Anyway, I like the crescent-shaped design!! It reminds me of the moon. I LIKE THE MOON!’
The crescent moon transforms the night with it’s light. Shining slightly down and coloring the world faintly in silver highlights. It sits peeking beyond the clouds.
Vic
The crescent moon hung, bright in the night sky. A new moon. Full of new possibility. Someone once told me that I could make a wish or plant a positive affirmation to bring something new into my life on the new moon. I have, several times now. How wonderful to have something to dream about
The liquid touching the crescents under your eyes taste like the sea. I wish I could drink them bone dry until nothing is left except the pseudo beating of your heart.
the cheshire cat’s grin hung in the sky, lingering long after I felt it fall from my face. teeth glinted in the moonlight, a brutal reminder of the tumultuous evening I had been having not long before, all set aside now.
Little did he know that the reflection wasn’t as it seemed, but little more than a pale reflection of a reminder. What he saw was just the passing of a day.
little mouse
The moon is pretty small but also has presence. The moon has dimples, and it positively glows in the dark. Just like your face.
A crescent moon reminds me of evening at the beach, with my friends, and my love. It makes me happy and giggly just thinking about it. I miss him so much, he is in palm springs till june. I love him so much. Oh right, crescent… Crescent moons are beautiful <3
M missing D
mid night was long and complete stillness i was sitting looking at a crescent.
kamran
The crescent moon hangs over the night sky.
To reach.
To grab onto that sliver of light in the sky.
To watch the world below.
Slowly fading into the stars before starting anew.
‘What’s this?’ she said.
His face gave nothing away: ‘It’s a knife,’ was all he said.
Sunrays shone brightly through the kitchen windows and the crescent shaped knife received them at just the right angle to dazzle them both with its reflective brilliance.
She gripped its twin handles in tightly clenched fists. ‘It’s a mezzaluna,’ she said. And her mouth tightened around the word before she continued on. “It’s a –“ and here she broke off, peered down at the knife, and read – “a Wusthof tempered stainless steel 25 centimetre mezzaluna,” she said, reading the inscription on the blade.
‘For cutting pizza slices,’ he said.
‘We buy our pizza home-delivered!’ She was shouting now. ‘IT COMES SLICED. THEY DO THAT FOR YOU!!!’
‘Maybe I want smaller pieces!’ he was shouting now too. ‘Anyway, I like the crescent-shaped design!!’ he said. ‘It reminds me of the moon. I LIKE THE MOON!’
1 pre-bough crosaint, 1 slice of american kraft cheese. 20 seconds in the microwave.
Rosie saw it on a TV show, only with an open fire.
“Mm, Mommy, they’re delicious!”
Her smile lights up my day.
chrissi
Tsukiko looked up at the sky wher a sliver of the moon shone. It was shaped like a cresent. It shone brightly against the dark night sky, the stars couldn’t even compete with it’s brightness. It just demanded attention like a child would demand to get a new toy. Even though it was just a cresent it was more magnificent than any full moon.
tsukiko
the silver slit of moon shone in the sky. it madeanything it touched sparkle.
tsukiko
moon in the sky tastes like one of those amazing soft rolls, smothered in butter and dotted with honey, cresent, the last lick of ice cream on the end of the spoon, cresent, the hope that tomorrow will have more evening light that tonight
Kim Floyd
The pain had considerably dulled by this point. Not much more than scattered scabs and a few dull, yellow bruises remained–far better than what it had been before. Once the swelling went down, she imagined that there would be little more than a crescent of shiny, tooth-marked scars patterned across her forearm.
the moon wrapped itself around the cloud. Its crescent glowed in the night sky. Below, the owls wings flapped languidly as it flew from one tree to another.
Karen
A heavy crescent moon hung in the sky, low enough that I thought I could touch it. The grass is wet all around me and I’m not sure why she brought me here. To look at the moon I guess, or maybe to just be alone. The thought makes my stomach hurt. She sits with her back to me and we’re not talking and I don’t know what to do, so I just look at the moon.
The moon or the street?
I lived near the street in a house with many dreams.
None of them came true.
Then I looked to the moon, high in the sky, the moon he wrote poems about.
Or was that me?
Why do I constantly pine for the things and life I don’t lead.
Ignoring the one I do.
The house near Crescent and the moon with memories of poetry linger long in my mind…..
Jess
A crescent moon hung high above. The girl running, running through the field. The only light she had to guide her was the light of the sliver of moon that hang high above her. She didn’t care where she was going, as long as it was away from that house. That house would kill her one day if she didn’t get out, so she did.
Crescent. Reminds me of the moon. The moon is sorta “my thing.” When my husband proposed to me, he did so on a full moon. We were married on a blue moon. Our wedding theme was “Once in a Blue Moon.” When we put the moon phases together of the days we were born, it makes a complete full moon. We were literally meant to be – written in the stars! All this sparked because of the word crescent! :) Phew – got this all in JUST in the knick of time. Good thing I can type fast!
The ground beneath my feet was craggy and hard; my three year old flip flops were worn down enough for me to feel every rock I had stepped on on the way here. Why hadn’t I thought to bring sturdier shoes? Truthfully, I hadn’t thought of much of anything as I snuck out the back door of the tiny, one story house, my heart pounding hard in my ears, and crept away into welcoming black air, squinting to see by the pale streams of a waning crescent moon fighting to swim through the darkness. It had taken me almost an hour to walk this far, and i hadn’t looked back once. Now, if i did, only more simple blackness would meet my gaze. Far off to the left i could barely see the twinkling lights of the farris wheel, the one i sat atop of less than 24 hours ago. And to the right was the lake. That left two choices; forward or back. I shivered. Images of my father’s face, angry, dissapointed, reeled through my mind. I tugged my thin jacket tighter around myself. “This is what I want.” I whispered to myself, my voice cold and steely. I took another step.
The moon the other night. But it wasn’t just a crescent. It was a kind of lower crescent. Like a smile. Odd. I wondered if it looked like that a lot (vs a “side” crescent, that looks like a thin letter “C”.) and I never noticed, because I don’t see moons nearly as much as I’d like.
Noisy Quiet
The crescent moon simply reminds me of the night sky. On a clear night, the crescent moon and the stars make me painfully aware of how tiny earth is, how tiny I am. A summertime crescent moon takes me on balmy breezes to sleep. A winter crescent moon makes me wish Santa had more light.
J O'Neill
Do you have a crescent spanner Mum? You know its that long silver one with the two bits that close at the end when you twist the bit in the middle. Do you have one of those i need it to fix something. Where would i look? Are you sure you don’t have a crescent spanner?
The crescent moon smiled down on them, just as millions of moons had before. This time it was because Astor had insisted on going camping, and then had further insisted on sleeping under the stars. While Tobias wasn’t at all looking forward to the mosquito bites that he’d acquire from tonight’s open air slumber, he just couldn’t stay mad at the harmless fool curled up on the grass beside him.
The other night I saw the moon rising into the fridgid sky. It was a beautiful crescent moon. The stars were glowing around this beautiful sight. As it raised higher and higher into the sky it made my mind wonder, wondering what it would be like to be up there floating around that beautiful sight.
cwoolworth
I have no idea what this means. I think it’s like a bread roll. I love them.. melted with butter and they smell oh so good. I hope I’m right. Maybe one of those moon types.. crescent moon? hmmm I wonder. I’m craving one of those breads..
Larissa
a single crescent shone above
a single leaf from a single love
but when the shadow finally breaks
and daylight pours and dawn is raised
a gaping sorrow, punctured in her lie
spills stars from the air; the moon from the sky
tumbling shining into a pond,
her gleaming face lights the heavens beyond.
the moon
a roll
a sliver
the whole
it’s good
it’s small
the sliver
that’s all
debi
The crescent moon began to disappear behind the mountain tops as I lay thoroughly relaxed in my boat with the fishing pole hanging over the edge of my little wooden craft. Dawn was fast approaching, and today would be an excellent day.
Caddie
crescent moon in the sky. It reminds of the fall and the air is crisp . lovely smells of earthiness and dirt mingle in the warm evening air. It make you feel warm inside and you e
dee
The dog is curled in a crescent shape, arched around so that her nose is buried in the thick tangled mass of her tail. Her eyes droop, the whites showing languidly. Heaving a groan, the golden eyelashes flutter down on the leathery eyelids, and a puff of warm wet air stirs the dreads of her fur. Soon she will be alive again, her paws twitching and her nose wrinkling as she pursues what sleep flecks up from her simple, lively mind.
figworm
The crescent moon sliced through the dark blanket of clouds like a sharp knife as it made its away across the sky.
David Seger
Moon, where I live,beautiful, donut, thin, scar, The Book of Negroes,
b
Tonight the moon is a croissant. I like to eat gluten-free crescents in the moonlight. I’ll toast it on the sun and spread it with cheese from the moon.
The moon is mostly dark, a small sliver of light barely peeking it’s way out, casting strange shadows on the frosty world below. The snow falls quickly and the grass stalks are coated in crystals of frost. There is a still silence in the heavy air.
There was no magic in my tiara. Only the sad reminder of the life I’d given up. Charlie would never understand why this crown needed to be taken on by me. Why I couldn’t let my brother ruin a legacy of grandeur. His heart wasn’t strong enough to carry this country. We weren’t made of the same DNA.
‘What’s this?’ she said.
His face gave nothing away: ‘It’s a knife,’ was all he said.
Sunrays shone brightly through the kitchen windows and the crescent shaped knife received them at just the right angle to dazzle them both with its reflective brilliance.
She gripped its twin handles in tightly clenched fists. ‘It’s a mezzaluna,’ she said. And her mouth tightened around the word before she continued on. “It’s a –“ and here she broke off and peered down at the knife – “a Wusthof tempered stainless steel 25 centimetre mezzaluna,” she said, reading the inscription on the blade.
‘For cutting pizza slices,’ he said.
‘We buy our pizza home-delivered!’ She was shouting now. ‘IT COMES SLICED. THEY DO THAT FOR YOU!!!’
‘Maybe I want smaller pieces!’ he was shouting now too. ‘Anyway, I like the crescent-shaped design!! It reminds me of the moon. I LIKE THE MOON!’
The crescent moon transforms the night with it’s light. Shining slightly down and coloring the world faintly in silver highlights. It sits peeking beyond the clouds.
The crescent moon hung, bright in the night sky. A new moon. Full of new possibility. Someone once told me that I could make a wish or plant a positive affirmation to bring something new into my life on the new moon. I have, several times now. How wonderful to have something to dream about
The liquid touching the crescents under your eyes taste like the sea. I wish I could drink them bone dry until nothing is left except the pseudo beating of your heart.
the cheshire cat’s grin hung in the sky, lingering long after I felt it fall from my face. teeth glinted in the moonlight, a brutal reminder of the tumultuous evening I had been having not long before, all set aside now.
Little did he know that the reflection wasn’t as it seemed, but little more than a pale reflection of a reminder. What he saw was just the passing of a day.
The moon is pretty small but also has presence. The moon has dimples, and it positively glows in the dark. Just like your face.
A crescent moon reminds me of evening at the beach, with my friends, and my love. It makes me happy and giggly just thinking about it. I miss him so much, he is in palm springs till june. I love him so much. Oh right, crescent… Crescent moons are beautiful <3
mid night was long and complete stillness i was sitting looking at a crescent.
The crescent moon hangs over the night sky.
To reach.
To grab onto that sliver of light in the sky.
To watch the world below.
Slowly fading into the stars before starting anew.
‘What’s this?’ she said.
His face gave nothing away: ‘It’s a knife,’ was all he said.
Sunrays shone brightly through the kitchen windows and the crescent shaped knife received them at just the right angle to dazzle them both with its reflective brilliance.
She gripped its twin handles in tightly clenched fists. ‘It’s a mezzaluna,’ she said. And her mouth tightened around the word before she continued on. “It’s a –“ and here she broke off, peered down at the knife, and read – “a Wusthof tempered stainless steel 25 centimetre mezzaluna,” she said, reading the inscription on the blade.
‘For cutting pizza slices,’ he said.
‘We buy our pizza home-delivered!’ She was shouting now. ‘IT COMES SLICED. THEY DO THAT FOR YOU!!!’
‘Maybe I want smaller pieces!’ he was shouting now too. ‘Anyway, I like the crescent-shaped design!!’ he said. ‘It reminds me of the moon. I LIKE THE MOON!’
1 pre-bough crosaint, 1 slice of american kraft cheese. 20 seconds in the microwave.
Rosie saw it on a TV show, only with an open fire.
“Mm, Mommy, they’re delicious!”
Her smile lights up my day.
Tsukiko looked up at the sky wher a sliver of the moon shone. It was shaped like a cresent. It shone brightly against the dark night sky, the stars couldn’t even compete with it’s brightness. It just demanded attention like a child would demand to get a new toy. Even though it was just a cresent it was more magnificent than any full moon.
the silver slit of moon shone in the sky. it madeanything it touched sparkle.
moon in the sky tastes like one of those amazing soft rolls, smothered in butter and dotted with honey, cresent, the last lick of ice cream on the end of the spoon, cresent, the hope that tomorrow will have more evening light that tonight
The pain had considerably dulled by this point. Not much more than scattered scabs and a few dull, yellow bruises remained–far better than what it had been before. Once the swelling went down, she imagined that there would be little more than a crescent of shiny, tooth-marked scars patterned across her forearm.
the moon wrapped itself around the cloud. Its crescent glowed in the night sky. Below, the owls wings flapped languidly as it flew from one tree to another.
A heavy crescent moon hung in the sky, low enough that I thought I could touch it. The grass is wet all around me and I’m not sure why she brought me here. To look at the moon I guess, or maybe to just be alone. The thought makes my stomach hurt. She sits with her back to me and we’re not talking and I don’t know what to do, so I just look at the moon.
The moon or the street?
I lived near the street in a house with many dreams.
None of them came true.
Then I looked to the moon, high in the sky, the moon he wrote poems about.
Or was that me?
Why do I constantly pine for the things and life I don’t lead.
Ignoring the one I do.
The house near Crescent and the moon with memories of poetry linger long in my mind…..
A crescent moon hung high above. The girl running, running through the field. The only light she had to guide her was the light of the sliver of moon that hang high above her. She didn’t care where she was going, as long as it was away from that house. That house would kill her one day if she didn’t get out, so she did.
Crescent. Reminds me of the moon. The moon is sorta “my thing.” When my husband proposed to me, he did so on a full moon. We were married on a blue moon. Our wedding theme was “Once in a Blue Moon.” When we put the moon phases together of the days we were born, it makes a complete full moon. We were literally meant to be – written in the stars! All this sparked because of the word crescent! :) Phew – got this all in JUST in the knick of time. Good thing I can type fast!
The ground beneath my feet was craggy and hard; my three year old flip flops were worn down enough for me to feel every rock I had stepped on on the way here. Why hadn’t I thought to bring sturdier shoes? Truthfully, I hadn’t thought of much of anything as I snuck out the back door of the tiny, one story house, my heart pounding hard in my ears, and crept away into welcoming black air, squinting to see by the pale streams of a waning crescent moon fighting to swim through the darkness. It had taken me almost an hour to walk this far, and i hadn’t looked back once. Now, if i did, only more simple blackness would meet my gaze. Far off to the left i could barely see the twinkling lights of the farris wheel, the one i sat atop of less than 24 hours ago. And to the right was the lake. That left two choices; forward or back. I shivered. Images of my father’s face, angry, dissapointed, reeled through my mind. I tugged my thin jacket tighter around myself. “This is what I want.” I whispered to myself, my voice cold and steely. I took another step.
Crescent
The moon the other night. But it wasn’t just a crescent. It was a kind of lower crescent. Like a smile. Odd. I wondered if it looked like that a lot (vs a “side” crescent, that looks like a thin letter “C”.) and I never noticed, because I don’t see moons nearly as much as I’d like.
The crescent moon simply reminds me of the night sky. On a clear night, the crescent moon and the stars make me painfully aware of how tiny earth is, how tiny I am. A summertime crescent moon takes me on balmy breezes to sleep. A winter crescent moon makes me wish Santa had more light.
Do you have a crescent spanner Mum? You know its that long silver one with the two bits that close at the end when you twist the bit in the middle. Do you have one of those i need it to fix something. Where would i look? Are you sure you don’t have a crescent spanner?
Crescent rolls. My aunt makes them best. Try them. You will see! :)
The crescent moon smiled down on them, just as millions of moons had before. This time it was because Astor had insisted on going camping, and then had further insisted on sleeping under the stars. While Tobias wasn’t at all looking forward to the mosquito bites that he’d acquire from tonight’s open air slumber, he just couldn’t stay mad at the harmless fool curled up on the grass beside him.
The other night I saw the moon rising into the fridgid sky. It was a beautiful crescent moon. The stars were glowing around this beautiful sight. As it raised higher and higher into the sky it made my mind wonder, wondering what it would be like to be up there floating around that beautiful sight.
I have no idea what this means. I think it’s like a bread roll. I love them.. melted with butter and they smell oh so good. I hope I’m right. Maybe one of those moon types.. crescent moon? hmmm I wonder. I’m craving one of those breads..
a single crescent shone above
a single leaf from a single love
but when the shadow finally breaks
and daylight pours and dawn is raised
a gaping sorrow, punctured in her lie
spills stars from the air; the moon from the sky
tumbling shining into a pond,
her gleaming face lights the heavens beyond.
Crescent is the shape of the moon on a warm August night. Crescent is the shape of a scythe on a red flag.
the moon
a roll
a sliver
the whole
it’s good
it’s small
the sliver
that’s all
The crescent moon began to disappear behind the mountain tops as I lay thoroughly relaxed in my boat with the fishing pole hanging over the edge of my little wooden craft. Dawn was fast approaching, and today would be an excellent day.
crescent moon in the sky. It reminds of the fall and the air is crisp . lovely smells of earthiness and dirt mingle in the warm evening air. It make you feel warm inside and you e
The dog is curled in a crescent shape, arched around so that her nose is buried in the thick tangled mass of her tail. Her eyes droop, the whites showing languidly. Heaving a groan, the golden eyelashes flutter down on the leathery eyelids, and a puff of warm wet air stirs the dreads of her fur. Soon she will be alive again, her paws twitching and her nose wrinkling as she pursues what sleep flecks up from her simple, lively mind.
The crescent moon sliced through the dark blanket of clouds like a sharp knife as it made its away across the sky.
Moon, where I live,beautiful, donut, thin, scar, The Book of Negroes,
Tonight the moon is a croissant. I like to eat gluten-free crescents in the moonlight. I’ll toast it on the sun and spread it with cheese from the moon.
The moon is mostly dark, a small sliver of light barely peeking it’s way out, casting strange shadows on the frosty world below. The snow falls quickly and the grass stalks are coated in crystals of frost. There is a still silence in the heavy air.