A torrent of words spilling over the white page, a poem taking shape
A place to gather words before they get lost.
A torrent of words spilling over the white page, a poem taking shape
Clouds, as a cover for flowers about to sprout - we wait the sun out
for Algot
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
Four days later, the inquest begins with the body of John Atkinson
but it was the dam itself the inquest jury was looking into, probing with critical eyes, and looking for blame
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Four feet dangling off the edge of the front porch; gossip goes easy
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
Rude boards Slips of paper Rings on fingers Names, only
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Did I just blurt those words out loud?
I'm not proud of the escape;
the things I thought but never meant to say
for DS106 Daily Create
Write into the night; shadow songs of lunar light; a tune; summer moon
Resting, river side, closing our eyes in the breeze of season's changing
What's to be done with a broken tip pencil and an edged eraser - a poem not finished and stories, yet to write?
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
And as far away as Goshen, the dam bursting, sounded like an earthquake, shaking ground and foundations
Theodore Hitchcock never made it - his dangerous trek across the river to the mill to find his ledgers of business records, and save it - No, Theodore Hitchcock never made it
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts