This week Kim brings us a prosery idea at dVerse Poets, a 144 word piece of prose to include one line from a poem or song. In this case, a line from Dereck Walcott’s “Dark August” …“I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones”
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Star Speckled Black Brighter Days
Great grandfather’s generation were the last to know their sun, before it became blackened by dust, frozen air and profound hatred is what my father told me. But they had sent the following generation and a budding next away, a relatively young handful, in secret, from a remote volcanic island in this wondrous living world of a craft before things became too dire.
My grandfather argued for staying, hoping to educate the world away from its end, but for great grandfather?
“I would have learnt to love black days, the ones of space, like bright ones here once but that’s for you son” he told grandfather from inside the volcano’s launch.
“There is no longer any educating, that time is well past. You just go … save us.”
That’s what I was told as I look out at star speckled black brighter days.
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I love the title, Stephen, and all of your sci-fi dystopian Prosery piece. I hope I never experience the sun becoming ‘blackened by dust, frozen air and profound hatred’ – and no education!
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Thank ya Kim!! Though, sadly, we are living in an age right now where hatred and anti-intellectualism are things. That has an influence here.
Thanks so much for the prompt!!
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A diasporic tale of survival so well told.
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Too kind V, Thank you!!
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Great prosery, Stephen!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Much appreciated Yvette!! Thanks! 🙂
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Like the song – should I stay or should I go? In the balance and with consequences, things are what they are but do we accept them? Loved it.
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Yes, exactly and thank you so much my friend!! 🙂
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