More than one hundred and fifty years ago the garden belonged to someone else, a different family. Back then the trees were mere saplings, there was a neat path, fragrant roses, herb garden and vegetable patch. Life was simpler, with fewer gadgets, neighbours and expectations. It was quieter and slower paced. The inhabitants of the house got up and lay down with the sun, they lived by the seasons, and the moon was a just face in the night sky. The woman who lived there understood the power of plants, the wisdom of growing things, which became memories in her old age, and these memories were left here with the trees, with the willow, birch, apple, plum and quince, locked into their long roots and gnarled branches until autumn teased them each year, plucked their fruit and leaves, and released them on the breeze.
Kim M. Russell, 17th September 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Prosery: Memories with the Trees
This week’s Prosery prompt, our fourth, has been provided and hosted by Merril. She reminds us that Prosery is flash fiction (of any genre) that incorporates a line from a poem and is no more than 144 words, which must include a given prompt line taken from a poem. Merril has taken a line from the new US poet laureate, Jo Harjo: “These memories were left here with the trees” from the poem ‘How to Write a Poem in a Time of War’.