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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Remember
by Angela Yuriko Smith
When all has gone dead—
chill prairie winds whistling
past the graveyards, think—
think of me waiting.
I wait for you, and for spring.
I wait for the thaw
and while I lay here
in shallow grave of hoar frost
rotting beneath hay
I remember you.
When you have gone home
to your family, who now wait
with warm, loving hearts
ignorant of you
and your capabilities—
may they never know
just how good you are
of pulling that wool over—
at keeping secrets
please remember me.
Past the graveyards, think
warm prairie winds whistling
when life has returned
I will come for you.
Fiction © Copyright Angela Yuriko Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.
More from Angela Yuriko Smith:
Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, author and co-publisher of Space and Time magazine, a publication that has been printing speculative fiction, art and poetry since 1966. Together we build a poem as a community each month. Visit “Exquisite Corpse” at SpaceandTime.net to submit.
I swear I could feel that wind on my skin as I read this – such an evocative and eerie poem.
Alex Grehy sums it up again so nicely! It isn’t sheer horror, to me — but I’m a Rocky Mountain gal — the picture you paint is solitude and longing. Beautiful, sad. And okay, more than a little unsettling!
Elegaic, and creepy, love the echoes to this one