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“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter
Against the blue cloth of the sky”
–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang
Whispering Dawn lifted her head above the blackberry spires she and her daughters had worked their way among. Her girls were busy shoveling as many berries into their bellies, as their buckets, so she chirped to get their attention.
Each of them froze and looked to their mother for further explanation of this seldom used warning.
Dawn pointed toward the East where dreamy white clouds chased along the ridge. The girls nodded then watched her draw an imaginary line along the horizon ending in the Westward sky.
“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth sky. What do they mean, girls?”
In unison they gasped, “Fire!”.
The girls rushed to escape the patch in a fluster when their mother chirped once more.
Again they froze.
“Panic kills more often than flames. Never, EVER, forget that. Now, follow me.”
28 thoughts on “d’Verse Prosery: Clouds”
I enjoyed the description in this. It’s a little too real not to feel some panic at the end. Good write!
Thank you. I appreciate that. 😊
So haunting especially with the climate today, and very true about panic being a killer. Excellent writing!
I’m blushing. Thank-you! 😉
I love it. Such great metaphors for gaining wisdom… while the fire is an awful reality going on as we write! Well done Susan.
Many thanks! Reality creeps into every story, doesn’t it? 😉
It does seem that way!
I’m glad she is there to lead them and teach them. They may survive.
A “mother bear” watching over, and teaching, her cubs, for sure. Thank-you!
You’re welcome, Susan.
It does so good to panic at all. Fires have been an unfortunate reality of late
It’s all so sad. Thanks, Shweta.
It made me think of all those man made fires in Greece and California. You are right to panic only ends up in trouble.
Thanks. That lesson is often a matter of life and death.
Excellent reminder, and all so true. You are right about the lesson being a matter of life and death.
Much appreciated, Merril!
You’re welcome, Susan.
I enjoyed this timely tale.
Thank-you, Ken. 🙂
I think we need more wise mothers to escape the wildfires these days.
great writing never let panic win
You really used the prompt perfectly, Susan – it fits so naturally in this piece!
😊 Thank-you, David. ❤
Well done, Susan! I really like how you responded to the prompt. Such a compelling story and the lines of the poem fit perfectly.
Thank-you, Marie! Nice to meet you. 🙂