SSS: a micro story and poem

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I’m linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge Blog where she hosts Six Sentence Stories, and everyone is invited to write a story or poem constructed of six sentences based on a cue word.

This week’s cue word is Clip. Last week’s was Tender. I missed last week’s due to work, so this is my double bill feature to catch up 😊

 

The Haunting of the Clipper

She was going at a fair clip across the lurching tapestry of the Atlantic Ocean, England to America, blue agate skies and lemony sun, seabirds orbiting the old ship as it sailed westward.

Mary leaned on the rails and gazed at the vast and moving plain, her thoughts turning to the dreams of joining her husband Richard at his plantation; did she love him? Yes, otherwise she wouldn’t be making this voyage, but… the but was as stark as the shrieking of a gull as it made a pass over the deck, a black and white phantom of the seas, all hungry and brutal and vital, and Mary gave a shiver.

And she saw then on the horizon gathering clouds, blooming with the menace of a fantastic storm she might later find herself sailing into; a storm as inescapable as the life she was about to commit herself to at Richard’s plantation.

That night, in her cabin, it wasn’t storms which troubled Mary – but terrible nightmares riddled with pleas for vengeance and retribution; and the moaning and groaning she heard was not the protesting timbers of the clipper, but voices weeping with pain; and the dreadful rapping at her porthole was no striking pellets of rain nor hail, but the knuckles of fists demanding her attention; and the howls which pervaded every inch of the ship were no lamentations of the wind – but people calling out to her “Avenge us” and “Free our souls”.

The next morning Mary told her dreams to the captain, who smiled knowingly beneath a seasoned beard, and through a puff of smoke from his billowing pipe he said: “Ghosts, lass, nought but the ghosts of slaves tossed overboard and now un-resting below, aye, did ye not know this route was once sailed by slavers?”

And upon that following night, while Mary slept and once more bore witness to the moans and the howls and the voices demanding her help, she found she was no longer afraid but steeled with resolve to unshackle those ghosts, and a vow made that as soon as she reached the promised land she would burn her husband’s plantation down to the ground.

***

Tender

Tender is the man who succumbs to the virus, tender becomes his limbs and lungs, palest skin, and fragile eyes as weak as glass panes in cheap picture frames.

Tender is the meat he is helped to eat, hashed and blended, almost a liquid, when not one week ago he was scramming Sunday dinner down his throat, unaided, unhindered, unblemished by the invisible fingers of a virus tapping at his shoulder.

Tender is the bed he slept upon here, de-blanketed and de-sheeted, the mattress disinfected, his worldly belongings put into quarantine before being sent to relatives tender with tears.

Tender, so tender, the placement of flowers at a socially-distanced funeral.

Tender are the sentiments we are left with to nurse: the anxieties, bad dreams, stress and grief machined into relentless missiles lined up at the open hatch of a roaring bomber in a midnight sky –

Yet hearts, made of tough steel to meet the enemy at whichever gate it chooses, strong and vital, beating hard; O virus, ye shall know our wrath in the most tender moments you can reduce us to, and by our acts and courage we shall persist.

***

Micro story and poem by Ford.

Image: Suzy la Revoltée. Par Tani et Souriau. Lisette N° 24, 1946.

29 thoughts on “SSS: a micro story and poem”

  5. Your Six(s) this week was the catalyst for the virtual coffee house/bar that this bloghop has promised, to manifest in a very real sense. Comments among stories carry that sense of shared … interests, making this place (this week) as real as the insufficient lighting and white rings and cigarette scars in the lacquered-wood tables in a coffee house/bar back in the day when 1:00 marked the halfway point in the night and people sat in languidly urgent conversation.

    Liked your Six and felt your poem.
    One transports us to another time and another place to witness sin and suffering and the other holds us in the present, yet with a sense of support and empathy.

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    • Thanks Clark, and well said about the virtual coffee house/bar atmosphere. A pleasure for me is to be able connect with all you writers and artists from around the world, and even more so when we find ourselves in various stages of lockdowns.
      Big thanks as always to Denise for being the beacon we look out for each week to ‘light’ our way.
      Everyone, stay creative!

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  8. Whoah! This to the first piece. Did not see the ending pulling up port side. Mostly because I was led gently, yet firmly by the hand, in that “come sit by the fire kids and let me tell you the story of…”
    And what a perfect opening sentence 😀

    “Tender”. Thank you, V. Your words eloquently give voice to the struggle, tragedy and heartbreak facing so many living in nursing facilities. To the struggle shared by their family and friends. To the challenges of those charged with their care ❤️

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  12. First of all, BRAVO !!! You are relentless!!!

    I cannot escape the vision of Mary sitting at an armchair with a glass of Tennessee bourbon and a cigar, watching the plantation burn to cinders and humming ” Burn mfr, burn”…

    Now, Tender is a different beast.
    One I am so glad you’ve let out of its cage.
    And that is all I’m gonna say about that….it is an honor my dear friend.
    Oh yes, “ye shall know our wrath”!!!

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    • Thanks mate! And ha, can see Mary doing that for sure… wonder if Richard went up in flames too, trying to save his plantation?

      Yep, ‘Tender’ was a good release. You’re right… it had to be uncaged.

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