Weeping Willow ( Prose Poem)

cristian-newman-o1PKM7-8AH4-unsplashIn response to the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry that uses the words willows, misery, and silence

The arched back of my granny ,stooped as the weeping willow, is precariously picking the rice, sorting through the grain and counting her miseries and giving it a name.Some of then thrown instantly, some tucked away knotted in the filigreed ends of her thick embroidered Kashmiri shawl she drapes in the chilly winters of the mountains to keep her warm. Slanting sun of winters makes its way through the thick bushes of the mango tree giving apricity to the tender saplings, her rose bushes, in her tenderly loved garden where each stem is pruned precariously loved gently before it turns into a boisterous flower-laden stem.Some have deep thorns, which prick her thick yellow skin leaving blood stains when she goes. The trail of unrequited silence which she never let her wrinkled eyes leave as it smiles through the thin crows’ lines and warmth which oozes through her toothless smile.

–Megha Sood

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