The cupboard was bare
as the ragged edge of her sleeve
some potatoes lay on the hill
tumbled in dry earth.
She knew her two children
were ready for food;
she could feel and hear rumbles of
empty hunger against her shoulders.
Wyatt had gone hunting
maybe squirrel or rabbit
would soon grace the pot.
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and even they seem a little scarcer this year...nice mix of PJ in your 55...you capture the look well...
...and some of us have to wait until end of November each year, to again become aware of these Peeps, who go to sleep (wherever) stomachs growling, paining.
So we buy a "turkey with all the trimmings" for one family. That might hold them for what? Two days? Thankfully, Christmas--and their next BIG, FULL MEAL is only few weeks away.
What happens on, say, March 18th, or August 21st (random dates!)
Yeah..."The poor we shall have always with us!"
Sorry for soft-ranting. REALLY nice '55'...
PEACE!
You have combined two challenging prompts ... producing a thought-provoking poem!
Izzy...
Very powerful post!
Especially with the upcoming Holidays.
Loved your 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
great 55.
That rabbit or squirrel line got me, Izzy.
One of the world's most remarkable photographs, that one. Your poem is wonderfully descriptive of the scene. :)
Love your capturing of the photo Izzy....wonderful writing!
My brother in law used to shoot squirrels for dinner - their kids still to this day don't know they weren't eating chicken!
Nice post!.. Wish they never have to wait for long...
JJRod'z
she could feel and hear rumbles of
empty hunger against her shoulders
Yes, their little faces turned to her shoulders for comfort, protection, love, hope ... lets hope she had it to give.
Powerful prompt this week as it is Thanksgiving.
moving, wow.
amazing imagery with details on hunger and more.
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