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.
Dang. Evocative and creepy.
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Thank you, Chelle! That’s exactly what I was after. 🙂
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OH NO … chills, chills and more chills right now. Epic prose!
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Thank you much, Helen. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Helen. Glad you enjoyed!
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The dark ending caught me off guard, and the pain of the narrator’s discovery — that last descriptive touch of the wind “gently ruffled your hair” — is terribly sad. Wonderful prosery.
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Thank you very much, Dora. 🙂
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Oh … such a very tragic ending… we both went to find death in the copse of hazelwood…
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This is incredibly dark and resonant. Sometimes the decisions we make in life fail to coincide with those that fate has in store for us. I have learned that the hard way ❤️
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wow what an ending. the line does lead us down the lane to such places
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Oh, my goodness, Susan, you went dark with this one, and you kept your reader on tenterhooks until the tragic ending! I love the calmness of the narrator all the way through, which caused the hairs on my arms to stand on end when I read the final line, especially the way the balmy breeze gently ruffled the hair of the lifeless body.
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Thanks, Kim. So glad you enjoyed. I must admit that I am comfy on the dark side. 🙂
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Wow! A great story with a sad and compelling ending!
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So glad youn enjoyed! Thanks for stopping by.
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You are welcome
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Oh no! How tragic (and chilling)! The wind ruffled hair is such a fine touch.
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Thanks, Merril. It just sort of came to me, like the next logical thing to happen. Idk.
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