While listening to the boom of distant fireworks I wondered what it would be like were it something else.
dVerse, the Poets Pub has asked us to write a poem including the word Myth, using the quadrille form, a poem of exactly 44 words, and so I did. Adjacent story which started it all below.
The Good Lie
We deal in myths
Biblical and satirical
The half truth and the good lie
Make an entertaining campfire story
As long as it isn't our story.
Don't believe what you're told
In this web of deceit.
Who started the war?
Wasn't us. Wasn't us.
The night is soft and warm. The first lightning bug of summer flirts across the grass and lands in the crabapple tree. The distant boom of fireworks echos across the fields from the town four miles away and I wonder.
What if it wasn’t fireworks? What if every night bombs dropped and fire burned on the horizon and billowing smoke trailed across the moon with a trembling hand?
What if it was a school, synagogue, grocer’s, or playground? The factory where they make seat belts and car seats and high chairs for toddlers?
As we prepare to celebrate the fourth of July with delight, I wonder, what if it were air sirens sounding the alarm to make haste to shelter.
It won't alway be somewhere else.
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Yes, what if it wasn't fireworks. . . much to think about.
Though, I'm not really a fan of that noise either.
Oh, man. This is all too true. It won't always be somewhere else. Well spilled.
We deal with myth and lies on a daily basis. Your poem leaves the reader pondering what if?
A poignant ponder
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Much love
Powerful poem, Yvonne!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)
yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Yvonne, I like how your poem shows that people can turn a lie into a myth when they tell themselves a story that hides their own part in the truth.
Much love,
David
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