It’s Prosery Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week, our prompt comes from a Yeats poem, The Song of the Wandering Aengus: I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head’. 144 words.
It was a day like any other. Nothing special or noteworthy aside from it was the day you left. I looked everywhere I thought you might be and eventually even places I knew you’d never go.
Were you kidnapped? Amnesia? Tired of me and wanted a new life? Perhaps you’d met someone new.
You should’ve said goodbye unless you didn’t know you were going.
Two days passed. I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head; memories burning.
Remember when our love was new, we’d walk amongst the trees and talk about our future? Suddenly, I knew if you were anywhere, it was among the hazelwood. And there it was: the very tree in which you’d carved our initials.
A balmy breeze shimmered the leaves on the hazel branches and gently ruffled your hair as your lifeless body hung, swaying.