d’Verse Prosery- Work Ethic

Here is the line:
“I am bombarded yet I stand.”
From Adrienne Rich, “Planetarium”

Here’s how to take part in the Prosery Prompt:

– Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line.
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Fenton Fallworthy had spent spring and summer vigilantly guarding the garden.
He stood there 24/7 to ward off varmints and did an excellent job. With the help of the breezes, his lanky arms and legs moved quite realistically frightening rabbits and crows.
The pride he took in his role shown on his face.
The harvest was now over and the tools had been oiled and stored, yet Fenton, curiously had not been retired to his spot in the shed. How had he been forgotten?
It was now mid-November and bitter winds began to blow.
SNOW! A snowstorm suddenly surrounded him.
Fenton felt his arms and legs stiffen. In his twelve years of faithful service, this had never happened. All he could do was apply himself as he always had.
An indomitable voice blew across the blanketed yard, ” I am bombarded yet I stand!”.

(144 words)


Fenton Fallworthy

Fenton Fallworthy was a scarecrow.

So he hung around, had no place to go.

Liked to imagine he was scary indeed.

Yet all the birds kept eating his seed.

Then he made the angriest face of all.

A scarier one, I cannot recall.

It did not work. They would not flee.

They laughed from top the apple tree.

He waved his legs when breezes blew.

One stormy day, he lost his shoe.

What a nightmare was his job.

It wasn’t right that he got robbed.

Then he tried a brand new style.

He wore the biggest, brightest smile.

The crows were rattled, wondered why?

They didn’t trust this happy guy.

“A trick must be upon his mind.”

“Let’s go along, a new place find.”

He giggled ’til his straw poked out.

“Worried birds don’t hang about.”

If you find some trouble, we all do.

A cunning smile may work for you.