(Approach a poem (or short story) as if you were writing a fable. Keep a third-person point of view. Address the anthropomorphic qualities of the objects you introduce. Invite an animal or creature into the poem. Allow an invisible force to alter time and space.)
Fable
Once upon a time in a small
dark cottage deep in the forest there lived,
quietly but well a wooden settee with a plaid
cushion, and her friend, the deal table, well scrubbed and softened by age. They were most suited to each
other and lacked for nothing, needing only each other for companionship.
One rainy day the door opened
and a small very wet weasel came in, asking for shelter; taking pity on his
plight they let him sleep by the fire until he was dry, and were so charmed
with his wit and cleverness they invited him to live with them.
After that, time seemed to
slow; days lingered at sunset far far longer than either of them ever
remembered, and the sun rose much earlier as well.
They thought it might be
because the three of them were so content with each other, and never considered
that it might be the weasel who, in addition to being a good companion, was
also intelligent, and magical.
He thought they'd like the
changes.
Such a sweet fable. I like how you explained how fables work at the beginning of the post. Happy weekend with all of your companions. Maybe one will be magical :-)
ReplyDeleteSometimes what we think is not what we get!
ReplyDeleteNot all sorrows
About a month ago, we bought new end tables for the living room & I had to confide to My Beloved Sandra that I thought the couch (or my end of the couch, anyway) would be lonely for its companion & would require considerable "break-in" time. But then a couple weeks ago we bought a new couch, too. The couch will be delivered just before Xmas & the honeymoon can begin.
ReplyDeleteThe last six word make the fable complete. Good writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Nice to see a new face here, Vicki, as well.
ReplyDeletethis was from a prompt someone sent me a long while back, and it was intended to be a poem, but the joy of prompts like this, is to open the doors, not slam them shut.
anyone wants to take a flyer at the prompt, don't be shy.
Ron, I hope your new couch and the end tables are very happy together. I wish them well. =)