We were prompted to write about a fork in the road; a change in direction; a crossroads, and the path taken – or not taken.
As usual, I took a different path… on the prompt! Enjoy a bit of whimsy. Amy
SILVER WHERE (Writer’s Island, Imagine)
Humid sultry unbearable walking-through-hot-water August midday
Trying to catch even the echo of a slight breeze
Wandering in the shade trees of Topanga Canyon
A glint
A glimmer of shiny something
half-hidden under leaves blown to the side of the road
during yesterday’s languidly moving air
A fork
Did someone toss it out the window with their takeout Chinese
forgetting that it came from a drawer in their home
(the ants feast on leftover Boiled Tripe and Things in a nearby discard0
Was there a fight and it was flung in a rage? From a moving car?
Or was it Julia Butterfly Hill, who takes environmentalism so seriously
she packs knife, fork, spoon, napkin, cup, and plate in her handbag
lest she be served on styrofoam with plastic utensils
Did her legendary self wander this road? Did the fork get tired of wandering?
Did it share tearful, tarnish-inducing goodbyes
with her fellow knife and spoon
before skinnying out a hole in the bottom of Julia’s bag?
The fork is with me today; I shine it often and smile at happenstance
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore, Sharp Little Pencil
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Mary
Hi Amy, you really did have a different take a different take on this prompt. Actually it made me smile!
I definitely agree that if one FINDS a fork in the road, one should keep it!
Thanks for visiting my blog!
Sharp Little Pencil
And thanks back atcha, Mary. Still loving your avatar pup. I am a collector of found objects, some of which are to be “found” or rediscovered around our home! Amy
1sojournal
Amy,
I love the whimsy in your poem. And, as they say, great minds have to stick together, lol. Love the tarnish-inducing goodbyes, the skinnying out a hole in bottom of Julia’s bag, and the wonderful creative image it provides. Actually love the whole thing and the smile it brings. Thank you,
Elizabeth
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks, Elizabeth. The phrase got stuck in my carousel brain and this is what fell off the painted horse! Glad you got the essence – and of all people, you are one of those I hope will catch my variety of drifts! (wink) Amy
anthonynorth
Enjoyed that. Clever take on the prompt.
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks, Anthony. I hope to read more of you at Writer’s Island! We need all the castaways we can get… or is it Survivors? Big Brothers?
vivinfrance
Oh, Amy, I love this. Your language is beautiful, and fits the fantasy nature of your poem. Go where the whim takes you, it’s fun.
ViV
Robin
Fun poem! Love the line about the tearful tarnish -inducing good-byes with the fellow knife and spoon! Really clever.
Sharp Little Pencil
I thought, after posting the poem, I was borrowing a bit from Tom Robbins’ “Skinny Legs and All”! But I tried to anthromorphize the fork, so thanks for this. It means a lot to me to get feedback that my scribblings make sense! Will drop in on your blog. Amy
Pearl
Of those, I prefer to think that the fork got tired of wandering and bailed out a side window while the driver was distracted with the road.