host's a weekly writing prompt to write a poem or vignette from.
This is the photo prompt for the week.
I wasn't sure if it was a pig or an elephant.
I wish I had more time to come up with something better
..almost skipped this one
But, I always love a challenge
and this was one. So here's my take:
A carved little elephant
that one summer evening
slipped from my hands
in a fight with my big brother
on the front porch of our house.
A porch whose floorboards tilted
and had seperated from the wall.
I watched as it fell from my hand rolled
across the floor and was gone into that crack.
All these years I have wondered about
that elephant that I spent the whole summer
hating my brother over.
Is it still there waiting
in the dark,in the dirt, with the bugs?
My brother died when he was 24,
fell asleep, hit a pole,
slipped through the hole that
separates us from life.
Somtimes I want to just go to that house,
crawl under that porch, and find that elephant...
Rescue something from darkness