Most people saw images. People, animals, objects and then they made stories about them.
Not Papa. Papa only saw words among the luminaries once the skies grew the dark.
She walks in the street of the sky, Night walks scattering poems, calligraphy in the stars.
That is what Papa told me when I was young.That above our heads are words among the stars.
Reams of poems of Night.
Shooting stars? Line breaks. Comets? An exclamation.
Pictures were for those too young to read. He taught me how to read them as well.
To read the sonnets, couplets, quatrains and meter that falls from Night’s fingers to the firmament she treads giving Luna teasing nudges to see who notices her offerings.
It is why when you ask me what in doing as I gaze into the diamond dotted indigo skies I answer, just reading.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Prosery: Tulips & Chimneys
Tonight at dVerse we’re challenged to write a prose piece of no more than 144 words including the prompt.
Today’s prompt which comes from Tulips & Chimneys, by e. e. cummings and is the last line of IX- Impressions:
“In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems..”
We may alter the punctuation, but we must use the line in its entirety without inserting any other words.
This is very nicely done! I love your story and the ending is perfect!
Such a wonderful story you’ve weaved. Tradition and destiny rolled into one.
Gorgeously woven, Raivenne!
I love the magical portrayal of the relationship between the first person narrator and Papa, your exploration of the different things people see in the stars, and the idea of ‘calligraphy in the stars’. I especially love the shooting stars as line breaks and comets as exclamations. What a way to read!
This is a truly gorgeous write! I especially love ‘calligraphy in the stars.’
Oh how I love the gift her father gave her. What a glorious image you created to accompany your story.
Love how you learned to see that calligraphy..
Lovely, Raivenne. You have rivaled e.e. in your words!!!!!
Ooh e.e.? Why thank you!