In October’s Early Snow

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Prosery 5 – All Hallows  (posted by Bjorn)
“Hello all, today it’s time again to write some prose from poetry. The rules are fairly simple I have chosen a poem for you and from that selected a line (or in this case actually two lines.

This made me look for poems relating to the season and I found this poem by Louise Glück, an American poet I have been recommended as an inspiration to read when taking a class in writing poetry.

The poem assembles a lot of the magic and mourning of the season, the end of harvest, the moon and the barren nature. In the end the poem turns into a story of itself of the barren woman and the spirit of her dead child that comes calling back in the night of All Hallows.”

“This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence”

Furrows lay bare, frozen
in October’s early snow.
Farmers are glad for this
premature frost. They pray
the unusual weather will
put a halt to the rapidly
spreading plague. Hospitals
are full, as is the mortuary.
Admonishing her children
to stay clean and wash their
hands often, Selma Witherspoon
allows them to finally get out
in fresh air.

The children’s eyes blink
in the new sun. They wrap
their scarves around necks,
and mouths. Soon, footprints
and snow angels stencil
the ground. A fort is built;
snowballs are thrown.

In time, Mrs. Witherspoon
calls her children inside.
A classmate has just been
diagnosed as positive
for the disease.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to In October’s Early Snow

  1. Glenn A. Buttkus says:

    This prompt has led many of us into the dark side; your dystopian pandemic is all shadow, with a glint of light; frightening.

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  2. rothpoetry says:

    You paint a grim picture! Hopefully we won’t have to face that kind of situation! Well done.

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  3. kim881 says:

    A poignant piece of prose, Sara, especially the reactions of the children:

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  4. Beverly Crawford says:

    A darkly descriptive tale. Well written.

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  5. The thought of a plague has always frightened me.. remembering both Poe and Camus…

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