Autumn leaves in warm earth tones vale upon the new mound of soil. The leaves appear demur on the soil adorned with fresh florals. She who has spent nearly three score with in life until a year ago, has now joined the he in afterlife. Most have begun to mill away, eager to start the slow shedding of bereavement that begins with the repast, but she lingers a spell.
I watch her eyes, both mournful and misty.
And I watch as she, a morbid Noah, mentally gathers the dates of the ancestral pairings interned. I know she sees in the family line none have gone more than two years without their hearts in life beside them. The dichotomy of such beauty in sadness. She fears it, yet, I see she embraces the seemingly inevitable as we finally leave.
To her, death is quite romantic.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Prosery – Bob Dylan
Tonight at dVerse, Björn Rudberg (brudberg) hosts and would like for us to write a Prosery piece which includes the line:
“To her, death is quite romantic”
It is from “Desolation Row” by Bob Dylan, from his 1965 record “Highway 61 Revisited”.
Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words,
Including the given line from the poem.
The researcher in me wants to know how accurate that 2-year spread between partners’ deaths is.
LOL. That IS what she was doing looking at all the headstones – research.
Very cool. Now I see her with her little notebook…
“eager to start the slow shedding of bereavement that begins with the repast, ” I found these words fascinating.
Well done! It takes all kinds it seems!
You are welcome!
Then she goes home to prepare a potion for a spouse whose two year reprieve is up?
Clever— ‘morbid Noah’—took me a while to work that one out.
Well, that’s a thought!
I love the way your prose leads up to the prompt line, Raivenne, especially how you lead us through the autumn leaves to the ‘new mound of soil’ and we know immediately where we are and what we are witnessing.
Thank you, Kim.
Bravo. Good job with those autumn leaves
I think if you live, it’s a dangerous place to spend too much time thinking about death… but it would be interesting that it is that hard to stay alive after death.
This is gorgeously rendered! We were both on the same wavelength this time as both our prose pieces speak of Afterlife! The image of leaves appearing demur on the soil adorned with fresh florals is especially moving! 💘💘
Thank you, Sanaa.