Every Wednesday, Jeremy invites us to create a story or a poem out of a choice of three lines of poetry. This week, the choices are:
but the larks fell silent – Red Rover by Connie Wanek
And what became of all those other boys – Erasers by Mary Jo Slater
spellbound by our own imperfect lives – Riveted by Robyn Sarah
If you want to have a go, head over there, Jeremy has a new challenge every day.
Jedra and Joseph ran home to their mama in tears. When their mama tried to calm them down, they both tried speaking at the same time through breathless sobs that had their mama holding her breath trying to give hers to her children.
“Jedra, Joseph … Stop!” She commanded and then all she could hear were the sobs and wheezing from her sons. She looked out the window at the plains, waiting for their friends to turn up. After a minute or so, she looked back to her lads with a worried expression, “… and what became of all those other boys?” she asked, fearing the answer. Their panic filled the room again as they pointed and squealed and tried to explain together.
“Joseph, just you” she said calmly, sitting down with him and rubbing his back to ease the airflow into his lungs. “I … I looked up, and there was this circle. It looked like a wheel lying down in the sky. Then … then … then this light camemememe on … annnd it … and they … and anddd they went, mama. They were g-g-gone.”
Mama rocked back onto her heels. So history repeated itself yet again.