Full moon light spread across the river even as the clouds scuttled by.
To meet in the woods was daring – each parting from their spouse in quiet footsteps.
Then running to the meeting spot. The freedom of love awaiting.
They crossed the bridge from ordinary, mundane domestic lives with children to tolerate. Nagging and bulling to ignore.
But on those full moon nights, when they crossed the bridge all was forgotten.
No one saw Gamni for several weeks. Then Meralda was no where to be found.
The general conscious was lovers who fled.
The deserted spouses gave public displays of remorse and sadness.
Inside both rejoiced at what now was in the lovers spot across the bridge.
Written for: A Prompt Each Day, Friday foto write.
© phylor, 2015