Word falling

A small thing and a large thing in the same poem for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt.

 

One small word tossed at random

echoes, echoes,

clanging from the sides of the well

we should have left alone.

We should have found a safe pond to admire

with smooth unrippled skin,

where the sun and moon mirror,

and there are no dark depths.

We should have held hands

and watched the smoothness of the water,

and let our hearts unruffle.

 

Fern fronds guarded the parapet,

a warning,

but you leant over, laughing,

liberated from the weight,

as the word fell, fell.

 

It’s falling still.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

42 thoughts on “Word falling”

      1. I don’t think so. I think everything is a ‘big’ thing that’s ‘little’ only by proportion. Interesting question though innit?

  1. I love the image of the ripples of the pond, and the falling weight of a single word. This is amazingly powerful and frighteningly true. Words are powerful. I guess that’s why we write isn’t it?

      1. Absolutely! If only we could retrieve words once they’re spoken – a hook and a tug from a line. But we can’t. Even if we could, there’d still be an indent where they rested.

      2. Yes, no hurtful word can ever be truly taken back. There’s always the suspicion that it was the pure truth. We say too much that we don’t mean for soothing words to have much effect.

      3. We do. We really do. It’s hard to remember that ‘truth’ is a relative thing with words. We tend to believe it, especially when spoken in anger.

      4. I shall let it percolate – and probably will, at that. But not at 3am in the morning now, even though that might be when my muse tends to prevent sleep! You’ll be the first to know when it materializes itself on paper!

      5. I shall indeed, or at least attempt to! (Fingers crossed the little germ factories that are my students don’t drive it out of my head completely.)

      6. “CHARGE!” roared the antibodies.
        The body sneezed, the brain went *phut*
        And the immune system heeded not at all.

        G’night, and thank you!

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