Afternoon cocoon; a book and a sip of tea in a quiet room
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Afternoon cocoon; a book and a sip of tea in a quiet room
With Ra as witness, we wait – the first gleams of light; day breaking slowly
for Algot
Mill River Flood (Leeds)
Imagine the fear, with water up to their necks, those six children huddled behind the bed, waiting as the river diverted, receded, fled
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Mill River Flood (Leeds)
Only five, left standing, and all other buildings, gone in a blink, the river’s reach like a hand expanding expanding expanding, and then at least 50, dead, we think
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Lights, blinking on and off in coordinated tandem, a set of quiet beacons on the edge of the night
for MastoPrompt
Mill River Flood (Leeds)
Myron Day saw the wave, the broken river rushing forward in a powerful push
He raced the water that day with speed, to try to warn the families and workers of Leeds
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Face, hidden behind a long line of bamboo shoots; eyes watch with wonder
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
Vats of dye lie in the river’s wake, colors mixed with wool, and rock rubble, like an eye of a bent needle
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Sing, cicada, sing! Sing for days lost while you slept Sing for moments, left
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
The village doctor was last seen with two children in his arms, his wife with the other, by his side, and then he was gone, and they were, too
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts