She used to sit on the old porch and watch the wild geese fly overhead. It had become a seasonal ritual for Maude, ever since her late husband had passed away. She would observe the geese flying in perfect V formation, listening to them laugh amongst themselves, which always caused Maude to smile.
One particular day Maude noticed that the wild geese were still on the ground, as if they were waiting for something. This was out of the ordinary, for the seasons were already well into their changing. Usually by now the geese had long since departed for distant shores.
Maude stood on the porch, listening to the sound of the gathering geese. Suddenly, something told the wild geese it was time to fly. They circled above Maude as she clutched her chest, knowing that it was her time to fly with them...
Kim at dverse poets has challenged us to write a 144 word prosery which must contain the line 'Something told the wild geese it was time to fly'. Here's the link: Wild Geese
Carol, I love the idea that they were waiting for her <3
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa! :D
DeleteOur geese stories are like bookends, Carol! I love the sound of geese and often watch them fly overhead, and yes, they do sound as if they’re laughing among themselves. I enjoyed the way the story hovered around the geese on the ground, a foreshadowing of the poignant ending.
ReplyDeleteThey are indeed, Kim! It was a very cool prompt!
DeleteSo very moving, and yes the leaving of the geese is a great metaphor for the end we all will be facing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bjorn. Yes, none of us leave here alive! :D
DeleteVery beautiful. I loved the ending a lot. It tied everything up so nicely.
ReplyDeleteThanks, OP!
DeleteOh how beautiful that they sensed it and waited for her. 💙 I love watching the geese, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Merril! There is something special about geese, methinks.
DeleteThat is a very tender ending to the soft tale, yes.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comments! :D
DeleteLove the adumbration in this line: "One particular day Maude noticed that the wild geese were still on the ground" which gives way to the stirring and "knowing that it was her time to fly with them..." Oh so beautifully put together, Carol. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dora. Sometimes things in this world go beyond human reasoning. :D
DeleteOh my!!! Chills up and down my body. Which this poem is surely able to produce.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helen! Stranger things do happen, which offer no explanation.
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