The Conversation

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya O. Thank you Sonya

I came to mourn. Not a loved one. Not a pet.

I came to grieve over losing myself.

Lost in a world fueled by self-pity in bottles.

Wandering between bed to bed, never lying down my head.

No-one who holds me, needs me, loves me.

I sit with my back against ancient guardian tree.

Your name is vaguely visible.

Suzanna Moody

Born November 1812. Died May 1842.


Born May 1842 Died May 1842

I said I am sorry that you died in childbirth.

But your tiny daughter joined you.

I ask what motherhood would have been like.

I inquire as to the happiness of your life.

I tell you what I think is my sad tale.

Through tears, I make a decision.

Thank you Suzanna and Catherine.

I will be back with gloves and clippers.

Then with soap and water.

I have found myself.

In conversations.

In abandoned graveyard.

They need me. {word count: 150}

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Week of 06-24-2015


27 thoughts on “The Conversation

  1. Ameena k.g June 27, 2015 / 6:18 am

    What a way to write on today’s prompt. We all have places where we go to clear our head, her’ sis a graveyard but it worked perfectly for her. Love the wordings and the prose-like tune to it.


    • phylor June 27, 2015 / 9:27 am

      Thank you.
      The graveyard was her solitude and her saviour.

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  2. afairymind June 25, 2015 / 5:19 pm

    A great take on the prompt! Hopefully she’ll be much happier now she’s found a purpose. :)


  3. mandibelle16 June 25, 2015 / 1:04 pm

    Wonderful poem. I’m glad the narrator found what she needed to.


    • phylor June 25, 2015 / 1:10 pm

      Thank you.
      I’m glad she found a way to turn her life around and be of use to her new companions.

      Liked by 1 person

  4. John Yeo June 25, 2015 / 1:18 am

    Nice work Phylor ~ An intriguing take on the prompt ~


  5. Francesca Smith June 24, 2015 / 8:11 pm

    Graveyards are fascinating places far removed from the maddening world.
    Great take on the picture prompt, as it conjured many peaceful and vivid images.


    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:28 pm

      I like graveyards exactly because they are, as you say, removed from the maddening world. I find it calming to walk through, and interesting to read the tombstones. No cemetery close by, but there is one I’ve wanted to explore I can reach by train and foot.

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  6. Candy June 24, 2015 / 7:18 am

    Such a hopeful ending to your story!


    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:05 am

      I had many conversations with my father as I stood in front of his tombstone.
      I wanted to write a potential happy ending for a change.

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  7. luckyjc007 June 24, 2015 / 6:39 am

    Beautifully done! We can all learn a lesson reading this. Great line..I came to grieve over losing myself. She found her way back. :)


    • phylor June 24, 2015 / 9:18 am

      Thank you.
      I think she found her purpose when she realized the grave yard and it’s inhabitants needed her. I think we all want to be needed on some level


  8. Priceless Joy June 23, 2015 / 5:33 pm

    This is really beautiful. She has found herself by losing herself in the gravestones. Now she is going to take care of the maintenance of the graveyard. Beautiful story Phylor.


    • phylor June 23, 2015 / 9:40 pm

      Thank you. It’s a combination of experiences that fit your prompt picture so well.

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      • Priceless Joy June 23, 2015 / 9:53 pm

        Your experiences sure came out excellent for this prompt!


  9. DELL CLOVER June 23, 2015 / 5:12 pm

    This one would be hard to pass up–so I’ve bookmarked it for later writing today.


    • phylor June 23, 2015 / 9:43 pm

      Thank you, Dell. I have an affinity to old, abandoned graveyards. And grave yards in general. When I taught, and there was a grave yard handy, I’d take my class and ask them to tell me stories/answer questions based on the information on the tombstones — especially since the older stones have a lot more information, and that information is fading fast. Sigh.


      • DELL CLOVER June 23, 2015 / 10:01 pm

        I too have that affinity–hard to express the draw: the mysteries, presence….


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