This is the in class work that we did with Dionne Irving regarding character development...mine kind of turned into a poem...don't know if that was supposed to happen...but...
Red
No one is here, so she opens a 1982 bottle of Merlot.
The deep crimson sloshes into the long necked glass.
Her hands tremble while straining to hold the bottle steady.
She is like an injured bird struggling to remain in the air.
Staggering towards the window, she catches a glimpse of him on the lawn by the lake,
But when her eyes dart back to the wine level in the glass, he vanishes.
He will never return-she knows.
But she hides this like she hides his slippers, tucked
Under the bed in that worn cardboard box of forgotten dreams.
Her wish to be a teacher-wrapped in his Navy Blues.
Her old dog Jubie- buried deep with his cancer medication.
This time, it is only her fear, fury and failures she’s left with.
These will remain tucked in her heart, her soul, with him.
The smell of burnt blackened sugar cookies fills the air.
Its like her alarm-snapping her back to the reality which she sleeps to avoid.
Be strong woman!
She can’t yell at herself the way her daughter yells “Mom, come on.”
Instead, she overflows another glass of Merlot and drowns herself in red.
This is really good! like you my character thing turned into a scene and not so much of a profile. This piece is really well done for a piece done in a short window of time. I like this whole image i gain from this, my favorite lines "Her wish to be a teacher-wrapped in his Navy Blues./
ReplyDeleteHer old dog Jubie- buried deep with his cancer medication." SO powerful-esp the line about the dog being buried with his meds.