A gogyohka sequence for Frank Tassone’s weekly challenge
in the field
a tattered man
of sticks and rags
silent stands beneath a sky
heavy with crows
heavy clay the orange earth
and sky grey
slicked with orange light
furrowed field full of crows
no bundle of sticks will scare
I watch you
with your helpless hands
and sightless face
that feels neither sun nor rain
scorned even by the birds
These two quadrilles are for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. This week’s words are:
ABOVE | ANCIENT | PART | DEVIL | POOR
This is where they part,
the head and the heart,
old demons give way
to dreams’ new day.
For poorer are we
if we only see
the rocky path before,
above the tangled shore,
and never raise our eyes
to the bright, star-speckled skies.
Ancient are the ways,
ask the stars above,
the watchful moon beaming,
Listen not to your fears,
or give in to tears,
but take my hand, start
to heed your beating heart
or we will the poorer part.
A cascade poem for Paul’s dverse prompt—community. Maybe slightly off prompt, but it’s what came to mind.
Did I say I needed more than this,
Than your strong arms to hold me through the night
Than your heart’s pulse that beats in time with mine?
Did I say I wanted piles of gold,
Or palaces and easy summer days?
Did I say I needed more than this?
The moon and stars that light the darkest hours,
Too far their fire, I need no other warmth,
Than your strong arms to hold me through the night.
Of all the treasures heaped in earth’s broad lap,
None makes my blood leap more with purest joy,
Than your heart’s pulse that beats in time with mine.
Sweet smell of cut grass
memories green and yellow
as any child’s spring.
The theme word this week is:
and the image is another Van Gogh, Avenue of poplars. Apart from the autumnal setting, which in itself can be melancholy, I find this painting terribly sad. The figure is leaving the house rather than going towards it, the tree shadows forming a barrier, and the figure is not strolling, but walking purposefully. Are there regrets or is he/she glad to be gone? And the house itself seems to be grimacing.
Those are my thoughts, but I am sure there will be as many different interpretations as there are participating authors. Whether you are inspired to add to your serial or want to write a stand alone story, please leave the link to your blog in the comments by next Thursday. I’ll try to comment on your stories if WordPress will let me.