https://Voice.club - The professor announced, “Your assignment is to creatively capture a full moon. Bring your supplies to The Cliff at 7:00 pm.”
I suspected the professor believed he was a new vogue, ultra-modern instructor by allowing his students so much freedom on how to present work. Poetry, painting, essay, and story were all possibilities. Or he was lazy and disillusioned with teaching. Or perhaps…but I wanted to avoid being overly cynical.
Easels, canvases, paints, notebooks, broken jewellery, beads, and dictionaries were jostled up the hill.
Questions filtered through the night air: “Should I paint the full moon as an abstract female? Could I write an immortal ode? Why can’t I think beyond a predictable horror story about a full moon and werewolf? Perhaps a collage of foil, silver buttons, and grey Lycra illustrating a glinting full moon? Would a film montage capture its essence?”
One male, intent on impressing the females, quoted the opening lines of “The Highwayman” by Alfred Noyes. “The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees; The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas…”
His voice echoing off the cliffs created dark drama. The poem unsettled me as though it foreshadowed something strange.
Through gloomy silhouettes of foreboding trees, a sliver of moon peeped out shyly. I waited for the clouds to part like stage curtains to show raw beauty. At The Cliff, a Gothic mist rose from the sea to meet thick, oppressive clouds, which slowly parted for a paranormal moon. I held my breath as a silvery silence flooded over us. Hopefully, it would saturate us with inspiration.
While I recalled the astrological and symbolic meanings of a full moon as a time of finalisation, high emotions, and release from negativity, I breathed out. I longed to expel negative thoughts, terrible ways, and tension.
A high-pitched scream knifed through the silence. A female student hurled at the professor, “You… You…You..” Her words tripped over one another angrily. “You presented my artwork assignment as your own. You cheat!”
How had I forgotten that the full moon revealed truths?