Monday, 7/6/15

This is suppose to sound like a poem, and it is the basic ideas of a story/novel I am wanting to write.  What I came up with sounds more like a beginning, maybe…  Yes, it does sound dark.  Jo Knowles responded:  “Yikes!  This is so intriguing.”  I love how positive & responsive these authors are!  It’s awesome!  I do also feel that, just as I see with my students, if we just relax and put pen to paper it’s amazing what we can create!  I’m not sure where some ideas are born, but I want to find out more.  This is a troubled teen about whom I want to learn more.  
(Okay, I’ve procrastinated enough.  Here you go.  Comments/Questions welcome.)

I was five
When I saw that first
Dead body.
But it wasn’t out of my mother’s hate.
It was due to love.
The roads were filled with abandoned
Previously living.
My mother had too huge a heart
For creatures to go unclaimed,
Yet I would wait after lacrosse practice
For an extra hour for her arrival.
Our backyard was not
A playground.
It was my mother’s sanctuary,
Built with buried animal corpses.
My swing set sold at a shelter fundraiser
Long ago
As an eight-foot fence protected our land
From evil only my mother feared.

My father got out when I was seven,
But I had three more years.

copyright Trevor L Moon 2015

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