Church of the Howling Moon

It seems like years sense I’ve had a blog entry.  Madison Woods Friday Fictoneers picture is just too good to let pass and it fits so well with my new story, The Church of the Howling Moon:

A Howling Moon

“Your daddy came to me one hot, sultry summer night. Took my hand and led me into the bayou where the wind blew cool off the water, and the smell of honeysuckle and jasmine hung heavy like a line of wet sheets in the air.

And there in that swamp, surrounded by cypress trees draped in yards of lacy Spanish moss and the sounds of crickets, frog, and all creatures of the night, he pointed to the inky sky. The moon hung full and round like an orange fireball ready to bust apart at the seams.

“That be a howling moon,” he said.  “A moon so beautiful that one look turns your blood to a river of black fire racing through your veins. A moon so powerful it can drive you insane unless you yield to its pull and run and howl into the wild.”

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16 Responses to Church of the Howling Moon

  1. oldentimes says:

    I've seen that moon rising across the LaFourche one night long ago… Great images in this. I am glad you decided to participate. Mine is here tied in a differeht bit of fantasy

  2. Danny Bowman says:

    I like the sensuousness of this story, and especially the second to last line. Your visual writing is enchanting. Here's mine:

  3. CC says:

    Excellent descriptive words. For a moment, I thought this was going to be a story about how daddy got mommy pregnant. My mind is in the gutter. My attempt:

  4. Lora says:

    I visualize a romantic New Orleans setting with the bayou, lacy Spanish moss, honeysuckle and jasmine, etc. Delightful images. Perfect seduction scene until the last paragraph. Let a guy describe the howling moon like that to me and I run for the hills. Here's

  5. Lora says:

    A lovely, romantic southern setting..bayou, lacy Spanish moss, jasmine, honeysuckle. Perfect seduction scene…until the last paragraph. Let a guy describe the howling moon like that to me and I run for the hills. lol. Here's mine;

  6. Lora says:

    Sorry…had trouble posting the first comment so I entered a 2nd brief one…now I see the first one posted anyhow…so take your pick. lol.

  7. Sandra Crook says:

    Great imagery. I thought we were going somewhere else with this, but your ending was better. Liked the 'howling moon' concept. Mine's at:

  8. Palooski65 says:

    Ruth, Reads like another good book–great hook for it! You're a master at description, all my senses came to life in this bayou setting. Liked the touch of Cajun accent in the line "That be a howling moon…" Well done.Mine:

  9. Roxann says:

    I loved this the first time I heard it too 😉

  10. Ruth says:

    LaFourche sounds like just the place this story is set. And did you run and howl into the wild when you saw that rising moon?

  11. Ruth says:

    Danny, thank you for your comments and for reading. Sensuousness, gee, I like that.

  12. Ruth says:

    Rochelle, thank you for reading. I tired to get to yours and I couldn't hook up. my computer is acting so strange. Is it a howling moon?

  13. Ruth says:

    Dear "mind in the gutter": actually that is exactly what does happen. The spirit of the howling moon hooks up with a human and produces a daughter. Very intuitive of you.

  14. Jan Morrill says:

    Oh, Dixie! I really am "right there." 🙂 I love the wind blowing cool off the water. I can't wait to hear more!

  15. Russell says:

    I've howled at the moon a few time, even a few times when it was in the sky.Loved your story, Ruth. Sorry it took me so long to get here.

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