The Daily Post: Howl at the Moon “Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg
Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?
“Are you serious? Me? Howl at the moon?
“Do you not know what I may do with you and your brothers of water? Cancer, Scorpio, and you, Pisces, all flow upon me. My Gemini sisters blow their winds where I command of them to hollow out channels for you to race while Libra stirs your souls, that which you call ‘oceans.’ Her whirlwinds suck you up and spit you out with crazed, powerful storms of passion while Aquarius, her elder, stands guard at the pole, building an icy attitude, anxious to freeze you and whisk your crystallized selves southward.
“What is that look? Think you have an ally in fire? Think again! Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius harken for my command. If I rumble, shake or belch, they are ready to spew their fiery, lava up through your bellies, your ocean-selves, re-arranging your appearance at my pleasure.
“Do not forget, Pices, I am one of three, we are identical – in triplicate, we are the earth – astral and material, and I, my name is Virgo.
“Arrrooooo, arrr, arrrr, arrrroooooooo.”
The prompt itself was maddening, I chose to write pure, unrelated fantasy.