We heard Baleon shout out a question, “Who can?”
“Utter the poignance of all that is constantly threatened, invaded, expended,” whispered Thale, blocking out everything but her and I.
Crouched beside me as the ground shook with explosions she looked on as I sat with the flower cupped in my hand. The words of magic upon the scroll. The riddle to unlock the power within or doom us all.
It all lay within my hands, depending on my words. Unlock the power. Say the words.
“You are the poet wizard. This is why you are here. Why we all are here.”
I closed my eyes. All the techniques came and blew away, the past masters’ many verses memorized now sat blank within my mind. I opened my mouth with nothing to say and spoke,
“Love.
Sacrifice.
Given freely.
Taken completely.
Hope
To live.”
This is for a dVerse prompt: This evening, I would like you to write a Prose piece which includes the line: ” Who can utter the poignance of all that is constantly threatened, invaded, expended.”
From the poem “In California: Morning, Evening, Late January,” by Denise Levertov. Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words. I hope you enjoy. 😊
