avuncularmom's greatest hits

A New Category of Posts!

"Here is a link" to what I think is a "greatest hit" from the old blog. It was an exercise that didn't turn into something else like I had planned. I love how it shifts from prose to poetry. I wish the transition was smoother...A year and a half later, still a work in progress.

One umbrage after another came as jellied meats on steel trays. Not fast enough, and sometimes too too fast. The gypsy women splayed their wares for passersby. The gray town turned greyer and as mist turned to rain, ran to the gray sea. As it had been doing for years. Those new to the town strained to keep the mire in it's place, failed and resigned. All found themselves heirs of dissatisfaction. Ships creaked in their moorings and the winos bellowed over the smiths with gulls competing for silver. What lucky catch the fishers brought in caused fissures among the merchants. Children lowing for more bread, stew, milk and frothing for a day of sun. All bedded down with sallow pallor and wallowed past squalored parlors to beds of feathers, mites, ropes, wood, straining for solidarity gaining only more temerity. Creaks and creeks coursed through the town, nothing joyful made a sound. If the beds were filled with mights and woulds, one day the town might or would. Itself a solitary treasure cast off in some display of displeasure at the whim of some oft afforded leisure. A meeting held in town council days past went, all agreed the town was spent and in a gale force proclaimed decree, the town would be pitched into the sea (stone by aching peasant back thown stone), to sink and might become something of myth or lore, but now and since incensed a burden that could be bared with no more.