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Daily Deviation
Beautiful narrative work, written each verse in a single haiku, slowly developping a subtle horror.
Literature Text
They loved their garden;
Mother and Daughter would spend
Hours in the sun.
Behind their house was
Green dotted with red, yellow,
Pink and countless more.
Mother loved roses;
Daughter preferred irises.
They planted with care.
They watched the sun rise
While blowing dandelions,
And mimicked at dusk.
Their birdbaths brought in
Winged visitors who were
Greeted with bird seed.
All meals were eaten
On a polka-dot blanket;
Nothing but home-cooked.
Catching butterflies,
Looking for funny-shaped clouds,
Climbing the oak tree.
They ran, danced and sang,
Never tiring of their
Love for each other.
Daughter did not think
That her days with Mother would
Ever reach an end.
When the doorbell rang,
And Mother answered the door,
Daughter heard her scream.
"I want to see her,"
Said the angry man outside,
Firearm in hand.
Fits of drunken rage,
Screams, scars, curses and regrets
Ran through Mother's mind.
She slammed the door shut,
Returned to the garden and
Squeezed her child's hand.
He leaped past the fence,
Demanded to see Daughter,
Eyes full of cold hate.
He who left Mother
With a child and no home
Took aim and fired.
Red spilled onto green,
Both being sprinkled with tears
From Daughter's wide eyes.
He took hold of her,
Only she would not leave her
Mother's lifeless side.
She flailed all about,
Drawing curse words from the man
Who dragged her away.
He did not witness
Red soaking into green and
Strengthening the plants.
He gasped when the vines
Pulled the gun out of his hand
And opened fire.
"No one will take her",
Rang Mother's voice as ivy
Domed the whole garden.
From the soil rose
Dirt body, rose eyes, vine hair,
And mother's kind words.
"I will never leave",
She said, giving an iris
To her smiling girl.
Mother and Daughter
Were never separated
By anything else.
For --
plutonian
Odds and Ends
This is for and their "garden" prompt. suggested I write a horror story, and I figured a haiku would work well for a nature poem, so I combined them into one. Honestly, though, this isn't so much horror as it is a slight thriller.
This is a tale of a mother, a daughter, the garden they deeply cherish and the day somebody tried to force them apart.
I love being back in the swing of things with my poetry.