Open Poetry #29 |
Konrad's Return |
Sunshine
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At the spot where the overgrown windmill, entwined by vine, still stood if only by green force, Konrad made the left turn, and headed on south. He had picked up a ride after catching a freighter into Galveston then when that driver had to turn right, away from Konnie’s destination, he thanked him, got out, and continued on his way. A few other weary drivers heading his way saw in him a harmless enough streak, and loaded him up, and on. He was on boot, however, when he came to the windmill, almost home. Or at least, the place where a family had once grown. The clouds were starting to come in. Winter seemed as if it would be early. He hunched his shoulders, drawing his collar up. His mind wandered to Jake, and wondered how vacant his eyes would be, now. He imagined Dillon wouldn’t sing much, anymore, and cooking would now become a chore. He wondered, too, if Iambe were fighting hard to leave her new home, for he couldn’t imagine her liking the dark, that much. And whomever she may be conversing with was probably getting the sharp side of her tongue, and wondered if they'd put her in her overalls before lowering her into the ground. He swore he couldn’t help but grin at that. Dillon heard the dogs barking, saw Konrad coming from down the road. She stood there in her flowing blue cotton dress, her boots still being main gear, long legs showing tan when the wind teased her skirt, there, on the porch then turned and called Jake’s name, where he joined her. Konrad stood for a moment, watching them, both seeming to stand only for the other to lean on. The clouds began to gather up, and overhead, darkening gray, as arms of limbs once scattered to the winds, turned in toward each other, and braced for the storm. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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Dillon heard the dogs barking, saw Konrad coming from down the road. She stood there in her flowing blue cotton dress, her boots still being main gear, long legs showing tan when the wind teased her skirt, there, on the porch then turned and called Jake’s name, where he joined her. Konrad stood for a moment, watching them, both seeming to stand only for the other to lean on. ======================================== Capt may be ready to lay this muse to rest...(and thats whats right for him) but I am so glad you still continue to find your inspire in what he started... I love the way you described Dillion in this...and open the door for healing.... just dont leave him here to long... dont want to keep Dana waiting. "If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ... |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
The overalls!! Thank you Karilea! I asked Ron once why she always wore them...I can't repeat his answer here |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
well done K... you weave the story well. Seems life for Konnie is a series of arrivals and departures.... JM... yeas, it is nice K feels a need to continue the story, but once healing has begun, then it is on with all that entwines the character in their own life. Susan... now my answer wasn't that colorful... truth was and is I find overalls on a woman intriguing... something earthy about them, so maybe it is return to my own roots... Well done Sunshine.. well done indeed! [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (09-29-2003 03:19 PM).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Jeez Karilea, the imagery is outstanding.. and the feel..warm. Love these series, keep em comin m'dear. Maree fate is not just |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
"He wondered, too, if Iambe were fighting hard to leave her new home, for he couldn’t imagine her liking the dark, that much. And whomever she may be conversing with was probably getting the sharp side of her tongue, and wondered if they'd put her in her overalls before lowering her into the ground. He swore he couldn’t help but grin at that." Konrad's not the only one... Ya know Kari, death is a lot like love, it changes sometimes...depending on perception. Thank you for carrying on with this tale. Chaucer and I will be around for every word... |
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