New student, sixth grade, a school with boys (!) in English we learn “harbinger,” I think: robin.
The teacher molds writing lessons around Beatles songs, “I heard the news today, ‘oh, boy.’”
How different from my posh, all-girls school where I didn’t slouch under cardigans or crush on boys, imagining Harlequin scenarios, where I don’t remember having any dreams at all, where days felt like I was drowning in static humidity, in mental chaos of sticky spider webs, all long, winding roads.
How adult I felt at eleven, how child I instantly became as death proved always the harbinger of change.
Summer swelter here.
Water snake decapitates
a struggling darter.
written for dVerse.
Oh my, this is food for thought! I love how you bring back old school days and relate them to being an adult. The learning curve about death begins in our tender years. Robins = Chang’e.
Thank you so much, Kathy! 🙂
Nice descriptive dialogue.☕💕☕
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Good observation about death being a harbinger of change.
Thank you so much, Frank! 🙂
What a beautifully written description of loss of innocence – the hope, the wonder, and the harsh reality.
Thank you so much, VJ! 🙂
so welcome.
Oh, the long dull days at school, waiting for life to start – and then the realisation that change can be painful too. What a great haiku to finish with – death lurking in the summer heat.
Thank you so much, Sarah! 🙂
Oh my GOSH! I just gasped at the end of the haiku! What an amazing write!
I appreciate it. Thank you, Lillian
I really love how you turned the early adulthood and being child when old… death is change (really enhanced by the haiku)
Thank you so much, Bjorn!
And, happy birthday! I hope you have a great day!
So well done, Sascha. That haiku was a perfect complement.
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Very engaging write Sascha, and nice haiku…
Thank you so much, Rob! 🙂
death a harbinger of change – so profound Sascha
Thank you so much, Gina. It’s funny when you look back how many events occurred contemporaneously to change you.
i can attest to that