Angela Amman

Discord

The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight,
taking me back to December
when the snow was new, and we were able to breathe
without words dying on frosted lips.
For a moment the bells sing through February’s lies.
I twirl once in the snow,
pretend there’s time to dance tonight,
pretend there’s time to pause and listen to the bells,
but soon they die on the chilled air.
I hear only wind,
gasping against my woolen ears
and pushing me away from you.

Write at the Merge

the prompt:

“The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight.”

the challenge:

100 words, added to the above sentence, for a total of 108 words.
(And it *is* a challenge. I am verbose.)

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Sharon February 6, 2014, 4:49 am

very nice. I like it.

Galit Breen February 6, 2014, 5:30 am

Twirling in the snow — I know a few littles who do that and it takes my breath away every single time. Perfect imagery.

Lyssa Medana February 6, 2014, 8:23 am

What a difference between the start and end of a season. I really enjoyed this. LM x

Asproulla February 6, 2014, 9:44 pm

You rose to the challenge well! Nice imagery of winter and discord.

Kir February 7, 2014, 7:31 am

it shows how much can change in a few months, but as always you write it with such emotion, my own breath caught.

I twirl once in the snow,
pretend there’s time to dance tonight,
pretend there’s time to pause and listen to the bells,

we always think there might be time for one more dance..I think they call that “hope”.

I really liked this.

Angie Kinghorn February 8, 2014, 1:02 pm

Beautifully done, Angela! I especially love “we were able to breathe
without words dying on frosted lips.”

Thomas Marlowe February 8, 2014, 4:36 pm

I love how much is told here, how much change is so well conveyed in such a short piece

Cameron February 8, 2014, 5:59 pm

“For a moment the bells sing through February’s lies.”

File under: Lines I Wish I’d Written

Mandy February 11, 2014, 4:01 pm

Good Lord, woman! Even in the cold of winter, your words are chocolate and chicory to me.

Angela February 12, 2014, 8:08 pm

<3
Thanks Mandy.