Lunar Eclipse


Travelling through a land of tales
I came across a lady pale.
White skin, white hair,
she shone so bright
like the lunar queen of the night.

Entranced I stared at her
wise wasted beauty.
With fluid gesture
she summoned me to her.
I, stuck, almost a fixture
was released to move closer.

“What does a lady wizened
do in a land so treacherous?”
I uttered, my voice low,
my head bent
and my heart drumming.
But she smiled
a sad lonely smile.

“What does a child, full of youth,
do inquiring on  a lady ancient?”
Chastised, I lowered my gaze,
face reddening, I sealed my lips.
Her glowing holy face saddened.
Her unseeing eyes lost in a haze.

“I once lived on the sad side of the moon,
I used to spin a wheel of yarn,
embedded with my imaginings.
A beautiful man, disguised as a boon,
came across me in all his glory.
Tall, dark and handsome,
he was like the hero of some story.

He promised me eternity,
he promised me glory,
he promised me endless beauty.
I was tempted by his tongue,
I was enamored by his grandiose.
I was blinded into trust
and I was fooled into misery.

He took me away from Selene,
where I used to dwell alone,
and married me to Gaia,
where I now reside, so lonely.”



Her sad voice crippled me,
I murmured, “He should rot
for lying to a woman such as you.”

Magnanimous laughter
left her throat.
A guttural sound,
so ominous,
made my soul shiver.

“Oh child, blame him not
for my misdoings.
A lie, he never told,
a promise, he never broke.
It was I, who was tempted,
it was I, who was fooled.
I ate the apple,
whence, he only offered.

He sucked my soul,
because I let him.
He made love to my desires,
because I asked him.
He took me away from craters
and brought me unto rivers;
showed me peeks, so high,
and valleys, so low;
made me kiss the green grass,
and listen to the Quail’s song.

I was in love with the idea of him;
I lusted after a life on Earth.
Many years alone I’d spent,
waiting for an angel like him,
to rescue me from the Lunar Queen,
and bring me to this Blue Rock.


I, in my haze of love and lust,
forgot about poor Selene.
Abandoned, she cried,
but no tears she shed.
Rage rippled through her soul,
but no fires were burnt.
She had nothing to give,
she had no power, to take.
Her borrowed light grew intense,
as she drew closer searching for me.

Storms frequented-
waters disturbed, winds blew,
lives disrupted.
Earthlings cried,
losing hope, abandoning sense.
“The wrath of Poseidon is upon us!”
They took my love from me,
sacrificing him on a cross,
claiming his dead soul
would sate Poseidon.

O! But what knew, they?
Naught of loyalty or love,
treachery or hate.
They knew only of survival,
of myth and hearsay.
Selene’s anger was for me,
she cared not for my love.
She entrapped me in her storms,
and lightening upon lightening
hit my heart, every bolt crippling me.
Nothing was fair, everything was,
even poor Zeus was bent and powerless
to the demands of a broken Selene.


I was deprived of beauty’s sight,
of love and lust, of feeling at all.
My beauty was ripped apart,
sickened, diseased.
And this spinning wheel
was thrown right through
the eye of the storm.
I sit here and spin all day,
as I used to on the moon,
and Selene, the Queen,
stays sated for now.

I raise my eyes to the sky,
imagining a star shining bright,
hoping for their wrath
to rip me of eternity,
and deliver me to the land beyond:
where I can look upon him again,
the reason for all good and evil
in my existence till now.
They promise never to leave you
but that isn’t a promise to be made,
for no angel is greater
than the angel of death,
and no power greater
than the wrath of abandonment.”

She grew quiet,
perhaps, forgetting me.
I wiped tears from mine eyes,
and with a shattered voice uttered,
“But there is no power grander
than the power of love.”
She shook her head and laughed,
“And there is no illusion stronger
than the thought of dreams coming true.”

I shivered as the cold breeze hit me,
“You better be off, child.
Go find a dream worth dreaming,
and fool yourself too.
For this life is meant for the foolish.
Only the foolhardy live,
others just exist.”

Something in her words shook me
and I felt the urge to run.
Never looking back again,
I only heard a voice sing,
“Living is for the foolhardy,
existing is for the sane.
Life is just a sad party,
existence is but a pain.”

A/n: I hope you enjoyed my story, do let me know what you thought! 🙂
As always credit for the images need to be given: the beautiful images were taken from the following pages.

Happy holidays in advance to everyone out there. Stay blessed! 😀


  1. Tonia · December 23, 2013

    I am having to swallow my heart which is in a state of entrancement.
    My, you are the Shakespearean writer pressed, dropping off this accomplishment to wow us, with this most enchanting tale.

    What a darling masterpiece you have woven here for us. I bow to your story-telling skills.

    Now we are spoiled already and wishing for more. I bet this took a long long time to compose? Thank you for sharing your beautiful pen with us.

  2. Tonia · December 23, 2013

    Ref the life of illusions…this is a big topic for I spend too much time confused on this conflict, but I have to disagree with your message that the life of fantasy and dreaming is better for us. yes, life is painful but I would like to believe that we should strive to find an existence based on discovered dreams. Not possible for everyone, I think, but very real for some. I see some couples living happily because they have found their soul mate and go thru the painful aspects of life together. Maybe they were willing to go thru the illusion of discovery before they arrived at their present.

    and the moral of it all…I believe…is that we should never give up hope. I wish YOU this, dear gifted writer, if you too seek happiness!

    thank you again for sharing this lovely masterpiece. 😉

    • anumshafique · December 24, 2013

      You flatter me Tonia, and you raise me to a level I am unworthy of being raised to but thank you so very much! I agree with you that some times you do get your dreams to come true. You do get an existence more beautiful than anything you could ever have dreamed of… But those times are only possible if you follow your heart, take risks and play foolish as the world reckons you to be… However, if u forget your duties in the process like the protagonist of my story did, you will not meet the best of ends (at least its poetic justice that you dont)…

      Thank you once again for your wonderful comments! 🙂

  3. Dayle · December 23, 2013

    Beautiful story and some fantastic lines. My favourite is ‘the sad side of the moon’. Well done! 🙂

    • anumshafique · December 24, 2013

      Thank you so much, i’m flattered! 🙂

  4. Beautiful story!

  5. Hanne T. Fisker · March 19, 2014

    I am utterly intrigued by your writing!!!
    It captures, enchants, calls upon looking within, asking answers that has no questions, pulling towards the unseen realms of life, myths and symbols… amazing work!

    • anumshafique · March 20, 2014

      Thank you so much Hanne! I am glad you enjoyed my work! 🙂

      • Hanne T. Fisker · March 20, 2014

        I sure do! As you can tell 🙂 And sorry for spamming with comments, wasn’t my intention, I just couldn’t help it!
        I see you followed my blog, thanks a mill! I can imagine though, you might prefer the other blog of mine instead, since it’s purely a creative expression (photos, poetry (sort of) 🙂 Whereas the one you followed is more just updates on anything creative I’m involved in. Just wish to let you know, in case you hadn’t seen it. And if you have, I sure do apologize for any inconvenience in my rambling about another blog instead. lol!

        • anumshafique · March 20, 2014

          LOL, no worries! 😀 It was a pleasure have you strolling through my little blog. 🙂 I followed this blog because it had links to your other blogs, I though it was a master blog and the other two were sub blogs or something, I guess I was wrong. 🙂 All your blogs are beautiful. 🙂 Keep blogging and shall keep visiting! 😀 Take care.
          ~ Anum

          • Hanne T. Fisker · March 20, 2014

            pheewww!! Thanks Anum! lol! Thanks Anum! To be honest, I don’t know what they are lol! Perhaps my inner world and my ‘outer’ world and there will very rarely be any cross-blogging.
            And likewise, I’ll keep visiting, I returned many times already!

  6. Tanveer Rauf · January 10, 2015

    wise thoughtful and true

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