I have spent too long in this tower, buried in books and grief. I know the seasons by the need for a fire in the grate, a candle in the morning, the way the light moves across the floor. It’s time, now. I have mourned enough. It’s time to take up my life again, emerge into the light, slow and blinking – for how can I be sure I shall see again?
The world on the first of May is a glowing thing, a green and dancing place. Before I left it, I was a green and dancing girl. Now I’m something else, something cracked and strange – but still the world calls me – the green light through the leaves, the scent of May blossom. I have wept and hidden from the world, and now it is time to dance again.
Bring me my green gown.
A prosery for Merril at dVerse. A prosery is a 144 word flash form, containing a line from a poem. Today, Merril has given us
“For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May”–From “May Day” by Sara Teasdale
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I absolutely love this, Sarah. I would read more of this story, and I could see this place–the tower and all the green so vividly. You worked the line in so well, too.
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This is beautiful, Sarah. Time to shake off grief…your use of the line is very impactful.
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WOW WOW WOW!
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I love this story of overcoming grief and isolation… and what better time to resurface than May?
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Oh, yes!
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Wow! This made tears sting with its beauty
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Thank you!
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Your repeated use of ‘green’ brought the springtime theme to life. This was an inspired piece of rebirth.
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This really is a beautiful piece. So nicely written and constructed.
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Thank you!
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