A memory of worms
by Ivy Alvarez
Seph loved to scare her mother in the garden by picking up a worm with the tines of her gardening fork and chasing her with it, the dirty-pink body twisting on the end. Dee would scream a little, always eyes on the worm, and run slowly, as if strengthless, a panicked smile on her lips. Seph would laugh. Another day, Dee said she remembered falling in a pit with worms at the bottom. She cried and screamed as they touched her skin. The lavender heads nod in the wind as Dee tells this to Seph.
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Author's Note
This is from a linked series of prose poems in my book, Mortal.
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"lavender heads nod in the wind" ... I like this piece. Great writing, Ivy.
That was picturesque. Enjoyed reading this.
this is so sensory strong. There is more about the mother/daughter relationship in this TInY piece than seems possible. Maybe call Dee "mom" just to simplify? not sure - but no matter, it is great, great.
Thank you for your comments, Sam, Ajay and Meg. I appreciate it. :-)
This is a lovely poem. There is an unusual softness to this, strictly through the placement of the words. Very interesting how language transcends subject matter in this piece. It reads beautifully. Wonderful rhythm and phrasing.
a fave.
Bobbi, thank you so much for taking the time to write your lovely comment, which engaged so closely with my poem. I really appreciate it.