In the ruined city of Bizarre, the sweet scent of girl children seeps through the shadowy dusk, wafting as whispers over the scorched fields, calling forward the smudgy smiley sister faces nestled now between the hands of restless elder ghosts. Beyond the land of Bizarre a train whistle blows its inconsolable cry calling to that lone left girl picking in arched barefooted care through fields of sharded bone. Struggling for balance stumbling under straps of backpacked belongings carving cankered sores into still soft shoulders as she tumbles toward the Town of Know.
Wonderful prose poem, Pearl. I like the hopeful note at the end, the sense that her journey, painful as it is, will end in a better place.
ReplyDeleteSad but with a hopeful ending... very vivid.
ReplyDeleteI guess we all struggle under the heavy burden of life. Some people seem to sail through it and nothing (on the surface) seems to touch them but then, are they really living?
ReplyDeleteLovely prose.
Lovely, Pearl. The hope at the end uplifts the read. So many are dark this week. Hope casts light.
ReplyDeleteOh my! I swear you have channeled me in a younger self. I've been there. And I'm still struggling to stay in the now.
ReplyDeleteHope is all we have, Pearl. Poignant write.
ReplyDeletePamela
The instinct of children to move forward toward hope and light...
ReplyDeleteA well-worded wordle this is Pearl ... beautifully crafted prose with vivid imagery ending on a high ...
ReplyDeleteI like the contrast between the "ruined city of Bizarre" and the "Town of Know".
ReplyDeleteRichard
Pearl Girl, this is a powerful response to the Wordle. If you had not run the Wordle picture, I would not have remembered the prompt, so entranced was I by the lone girl... Peace, Amer
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Thanks Amer...the wordle words always conjure interesting "lands" for me to visit..
ReplyDeletePeace