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bardiphouka) wrote2012-03-17 02:18 pm
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brigits_flame
Prompt:sanguine
Genre: Poetry
Word Count:184
A/N follow the piece
I could hear them there;
joining in the tall, green
and sun-soaked grass in
the late Kansas Summer.
Poppa was, Mrs Keyes said,
sanguine about such matters.
I was not sure what she meant
as bare limbs soaked sun and love.
That was in Kansas, long and
months ago in a time of heat.
Wagons strained to be off as
we played between the horses.
The air filled with the scent of
fertile grain. And then of mud
and autumn. I remember the dull
drudging of the trail, day by day.
And then everything turned white.
Deep white, moon white, shroud white.
I felt so tired and cold as the world
filled with white and then red.
I remember someone calling out:
“It's one of the Donner girls.
She's alive!” “You fool,
cover her. Don't let her see.”
I wanted to tell them.
I had seen bare limbs not long ago.
In the green fields of Kansas
they had moved in hope and love.
Certainly not this still and scattered around
the saw that had been their last caress.
A/N+ in the mid 18th CE there was a great American tragedy. A group of settlers on their way to the west coast were stranded in the middle of a blizzard and ended up being their own last supplies as it were. As it happens one of the survivors was a daughter of the leader of the party. I have used a bit or two of her book for colour.
brigits_flamePrompt:sanguine
Genre: Poetry
Word Count:184
A/N follow the piece
I could hear them there;
joining in the tall, green
and sun-soaked grass in
the late Kansas Summer.
Poppa was, Mrs Keyes said,
sanguine about such matters.
I was not sure what she meant
as bare limbs soaked sun and love.
That was in Kansas, long and
months ago in a time of heat.
Wagons strained to be off as
we played between the horses.
The air filled with the scent of
fertile grain. And then of mud
and autumn. I remember the dull
drudging of the trail, day by day.
And then everything turned white.
Deep white, moon white, shroud white.
I felt so tired and cold as the world
filled with white and then red.
I remember someone calling out:
“It's one of the Donner girls.
She's alive!” “You fool,
cover her. Don't let her see.”
I wanted to tell them.
I had seen bare limbs not long ago.
In the green fields of Kansas
they had moved in hope and love.
Certainly not this still and scattered around
the saw that had been their last caress.
A/N+ in the mid 18th CE there was a great American tragedy. A group of settlers on their way to the west coast were stranded in the middle of a blizzard and ended up being their own last supplies as it were. As it happens one of the survivors was a daughter of the leader of the party. I have used a bit or two of her book for colour.
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