Mrs Pale was looking after her orchids
As every morning she did.
From the windows of her greenhouse
She could see her beloved valley.
There was this complete silence.
A peace only broken by
The sound of his piano,
An instrument he had not played
For years
And which to her sounded more
Like a drum roll.
She just hated it.
She hated everything
Concerning that man, who
Had become a stranger.
She wished she could tell him,
In a mild form,
And convince him-
No matter how much he persisted
On calling this ’Love’
...To her
It all had evolved into
Ashes.
© Dulce Rosales ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Logo Rallye words: ASH, CONVINCE, INSTRUMENT, MILD, ORCHIDS, PEACE, PERSIST, ROLL, VALLEY
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14 comments:
"We're on a roll," she said.
"This instrument says possibly," he replied.
"The balance of peace we established with the aliens depends on the growth of these vanilla orchids," worriedly she stated. "This valley is close to ideal conditions for their continued growth of the orchid."
"Two years ago, if you had tried to convince me that vanilla was a mild narcotic to the aliens, I would have laughed you out of the room," he said as he looked up at her with concern in his eyes.
"Well, if we are to continue our peace treaty with the Gilygu, then we'd best persist in our duties," she said grimly.
"Yeah, let's burn this valley to ash."
Great!!! Gorgeous I love it. Thank you for taking the challenege NUMBER 1!
Rabbit, Rabbit!
You captured the quiet hate so well.
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A very well written piece. I feel sorry for her filled with hate like that.
Here is my Entry
Peace in the Valley
There had been peace in the valley for fifty years and nobody under fifty had even seen an instrument of war. On the great battle field the ash of the last great fire had been replaced by the most beautiful orchids. The people who lived there were of a mild disposition given to spontaneous acts of kindness.
Now it was Henry’s job to convince them they needed to take up arms to protect themselves before the evil army arrived.
The good King had died and his evil brother now sat upon the throne . He desired to force every independent valley to become part of the expanding kingdom . He was raising an army to impose his will on all and was determined to persist until every acre was part of his kingdom.
The day came when the army entered the valley and with a drum roll marched down the main street. They were greeted not with guns and bullets but silence. The buildings were empty with not a solitary man, woman, or child to be found. In each house on the kitchen table was a welcome note for the soldiers alongside a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. In the center of every table was an orchid.
Kings came and went but to this day the valley is a mystery. The houses remain empty but do not deteriorate . In the silent evenings children can be heard playing but there are none there. And strangest of all the field of orchids continues to bloom and orchids appear in the vases on the tables of the empty houses sometimes with a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine.
Oh! Dr.John,
you had left me sad after the now forgotten comments. I love this so magnificent contribution of yours. A pleasure you accepted the challenge.
Difficult to get so up to your level, though.
Thank you!
Dear Dulce, it's a brilliant poem. It reminds me of those cold unpassionate marriages of the past centuries... Those ones that ended normally in bloody tragedies and haunted houses. So romantic. Makes me wonder what happens next. Could she be nourishing a secret forbidden passion? Will she ever find true love?...
we'll see... we'll see!Sylvia.I 'll make up a final story to them!They deserve it, don't they?
Interesting.. a brilliant use of selected words and hey presto! You've got a super cool poetry with a story..so real and laced with hate.
~Silver
D- Mr. Pale best sleep with one eye open and finger on the trigger. Wonder is she doesn't just hate what she's become. Excellent writing. ~rick
Lovely poem.
Ah yes the familiarity of contempt, gave me a smile on this bright sunny morning.)
First I took words at ramdom from my dictionary no preconceived idea, then I challenged my people, then I challenged myself... And this is what I got!
I looked for orchids or women looking after orchids in Google images, and I got this! Just Perfect... it really does fit and suit the poem.
I am really happy you all like it
Thanks a lot for your comments.
Time to Write yours in your blogs NOW!!!
Something funny. Sorry, I know my poor english...
SMOKING
Perhaps tonight
I can convince you
to make the love.
Feel me strong, mild with you
Roll together,
fused
by valleys, mountains.
Be music,
turned into an instrument
that brings
war and peace sounds.
Persist time
and time again,
in your skin
smell there all flowers,
roses, orchids, carnations…
But that it is not possible.
Seated I'm smoking.
Ash fall.
MaxEgb.
when one side of the love dies, it is always so tough to tell the other one.
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