I haven’t participated in Friday Fictioneers in a long time. If you’ve never heard of it, Friday Fictioneers encourages participants to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt. Click the blue froggy to read the other stories.
I went to the place where we used to meet, where we shared secrets with sheltering trees. I followed my wandering feet, back to the place where we used to meet. The moss grew thick over the stones and the earth; time thickened air that once was sweet. The well was there, as I knew it would be, the old well in the place where we used to meet. I leaned over the edge and stared into the deep. The water was black and the only face was my own, alone in the place where we used to meet.
41 thoughts on “Into the Woods”
It’s almost lyrical, that repeated phrase. Don’t read mine, it’s awful. I had a good idea but I really puked it out terribly. I think I may have forgotten how to write.
Thank you! I was going for something resembling a prose poem (but I don’t know prose poem rules). I liked your piece–I haven’t commented yet. And I highly doubt you’ve forgotten how to write.
Nice rhyming prose poem
Thank you! Poetry is not my strong point, but I really wanted to try it out. Glad you liked it.
Very nicely done poetic depiction of lost love. Use of the phrase “where we used to meet” works perfectly.
Thank you, Perry! I was worried it was going to be a little too melodramatic, but I think it works.
Nice to see you back, and a lovely piece too.
Thank you, Sandra! It’s nice to be back. Glad you enjoyed it–I always love your pieces.
Welcome back. The only reflection…nice turn of a phrase.
Thank you, Rochelle!
This is the place where we used to meet. I am glad you have returned. Good story.
Thanks so much! Glad you liked it.
Lovely, and I would put it into verse. No rules – as you feel it’s right. No end rhyming necessary but it would work well here. Again, lovely.
Thanks for the suggestions–certainly things to consider! Glad you enjoyed it.
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I like the repeating phrase. There’s quite a tone of loneliness and nostalgia here.
Thank you so much–that was the tone I was hoping to evoke!
I like that you didn’t put it into verse. It has a lovely rhythm to it all the same.
Thank you! I know there are millions of creative things you can do with structure in poems, but I wanted to keep it simple and have a sort of stream of consciousness feel.
Oh.. this is so beautiful .. and filled with nostalgia and loss… Just shows that even with 100 words there is room for repeated phrases if it adds depth like in yours.
Thank you so very much! I was worried that it was almost too short a piece to have a phrase repeated that often, but I’m so glad you thought it worked!
How sad, so often memories don’t leave us alone because we don’t want to let them go.
Exactly–lovely interpretation! Thanks for reading!
Friday Fictoneer huh? That sounds really fun. i’ll have to give it a try. Lovely piece by the way.
It’s a lot of fun–a great challenge to get your mind going and to make every word count. Silly me–I forgot to link back to Rochelle’s page where it all happens. But I hope you’ll check it out: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
A romantic poem. Gothic feel. I like the rhythm, walking feet. I like: “time thickened air that once was sweet …”
Thank you! I’m gad you picked up on the “gothic” tone–the photo really had that tone to me.
Trees are always gothic cathedrals. 😉
That is a lovely line right there!
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I really liked it. The choice of words is really admirable.
Brilliantly put Hannah! 🙂 the words flow here 🙂
beautiful piece by you…keep going..
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Another good piece. I love your posts.
Nice piece. It’s not often I discover a prose-styled poetry, but I’ve to say that you did it well. It’s very lyrical and says a lot with little.
Thank you! I haven’t really written much prose-style poetry but I think my regular prose can be lyrical at times, so I thought I’d try something a little more intentional.
Yeah, I’d love to see more.