Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Every day she returns to this glen where the forest floor is damp and lush and the mushrooms bloom. Long ago, these memories were left here with the trees, and this is where she always finds them.
He was the love of her life, her heartbeat, and they sealed their bond in this glen. When he died, she had nothing; not even an old shirt to bury her nose in to smell his faint essence. They took everything, for they believed she was to blame. But the one thing they couldn’t ever take was this magical place where they began.
He came to her last night in a dream. ‘It’s time, I’m waiting.’
She lies down on the damp moss, fills her mouth with the deadly mushrooms, closes her weary eyes. Soon he is there, holding out his hand, guiding her through the forest.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Merril is hosting at dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery Memories with the Trees and we have been challenged to write a story of exactly 144 words and incorporate the sentence ‘These memories were left here with the trees.’ My story is 144 words.
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page
Oh.. what a sad life of loss… and just maybe the faint hope for the next… I almost hope that the mushrooms are deadly and not simply make her sick.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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Linda, this is a gorgeous piece. Yes, it’s sad, but your writing is exceptional.
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Thank you kindly!
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My pleasure.
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there is ambiguity in his death – am wondering if she poisoned him there on the forest floor where memories are left with the trees
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Quite possible! Thank you Laura.
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This is such a sad piece, but so well done.
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Thank you!
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This sounds like someone is telling a legend–wonderful.
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Thank you Merril!
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Oh, to be so forlorn as to see only one resolution!
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Yes indeed. Thank you Ken!
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Ooh, so what happened? How did he die?
I hope she didn’t have too unpleasant a death.
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I’ll never tell! 😉 Thanks Sarah.
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Another dip into darkness, another chill. Lots of room between the lines to complete back story scenarios. Well done.
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Thank you Glenn!
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This reminds me of Romeo and Juliet! It’s haunting and beautiful at the same time.
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Thank you Vivian!
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😊
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Trees do make good memory markers
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Yes. Thank you!
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A metaphorical, metaphysical conjuring, Linda. Writing can be such a liberating experience!
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Thank you Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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So beautifully written and romantic. Well done!
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Thank you!
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A beautifully sad story!
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Thank you Dwight.
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A haunting piece, Linda!
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Thank you Kim.
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I like the thing just hinted at. Who they are. How he died. Why they would have considered her responsible. Well done.
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Thank you Judy.
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Excellent writing Linda ! Good use of the proffered line. Enjoyed reading this — tender but dark.
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Thank you Rob.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck!
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Haunting and romantic at the same time.
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Thank you!
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Almost Shakespearean in tragedy, this one! Heartbreakingly beautiful, Linda!
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Thanks Frank!
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🙂
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