door, light, book, caramel, ragweedUsing the words above, what was the old lady across the street doing outside at 2am?
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The lady who livedWinner: Cindy (@GeminiWilder)
across the street
was watering her flowers
in her caramel colored robe;
She twirled slowly in the light
of the streetlamp
just outside my window.
I watched for a while, a smirk on my lips;
then I put down my book
and walked to the door -
and called out, "You're watering
the ragweed, you whore!"
Reason: It seemed almost magical and endearing. Until the last line. :)
5 comments:
Mumbling, she peers at the book in the dark, shuffling towards an orange streetlight to see better. Her gnarled finger traces the words in the page and she looks up and down the stret.
"ah!" she cackles. "Ragweed!" She hobbles over to the unsuspecting plant and snips it with a surprisingly delicate pair of silver scissors.
Again, she looks for the light to read what she needs next, but she is done. It has been a long night.
She begins her long journey back to her own door, sucking a caramel through her toothless gums as she goes, and remembering when she wasn't just some old crone out gathering plants in the dark for philtres for daft girls, but a Woman of Power, to be feared.
Since losing most of her sight a few years back, Mabel had slowly evolved into a night owl. Though she could still see some light, she preferred the quiet of the night hours. She could slowly walk her dog Eddie on their accustomed route without fear of being teased or tipped over by the snotty brats of the neighbourhood who impressed each other during ragweed season by holding one-nostril farmer-blow contests under her giant maple tree. Eddie led the way during their walks and he always brought her home safely.
When they returned from their walk, Eddie would eat his carefully portioned kibble (he had gone a bit soft in the belly, Mabel liked to say) while she mindfully closed and locked the kitchen door. She'd then sit down in her favourite green chair to watch tv and enjoy the exactly 3 pieces of caramel candies. She'd always been a disciplined lady, that Mabel.
Mabel enjoyed her routine. It was finally the life for which she'd hoped.
Caramel-colored pages of a magic book old,
She read in the moon light, despite the cold.
"Mix ragweed," it said,
"With a ladybug (dead),
And you'll open a door to a land of gold."
Reading book in light
through door; eats caramels, says
"Can't sleep; ragweed sucks."
The lady who lived
across the street
was watering her flowers
in her caramel colored robe;
She twirled slowly in the light
of the streetlamp
just outside my window.
I watched for a while, a smirk on my lips;
then I put down my book
and walked to the door -
and called out, "You're watering
the ragweed, you whore!"
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