Sunday, December 4, 2011

The Missile

Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art
In December they gather at the mission
genuflect and take a seat on pine needles
and bark, a meeting of sorts among the
villagers. The women bake goodies and
pies crusted with subtle ingredients
that include vanilla and pecans, so divine
they melt in your mouth and leave you
wanting for more. This particular night
two amorous preteens sit in the dark
corner kissing and laughing without an
inkling of the developing uproar. A man
laden with problems too heavy to carry alone-
unemployment and addiction, loss of family
and home- reaches insanity’s precipice,
grabs the first thing he can find and hurls
it across the room like a shot put. The
trivet flies by the lovers and shatters
around them. They stand up faster than
popping corn and run to their parents
thinking they’re in trouble and ashamed
while the man scatters in the woods.

@laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration:
Magpie Tales (photo)
The Sunday Whirl (A wordle~ amorous, subtle, inkling, laden, genuflect, vanilla, mission, bark, crusted, precipice, December, trivet)

41 comments:

irene said...

Laurie, a creative piece of fiction and in retrospect, the missile of the flying trivet and the ashamed preteens make for a somewhat funny ending. It's a challenging wordle you gave us. :)

Traci B said...

Your title and first few lines had me thinking this was going to end much more disastrously than it did. I'm glad the missile was only a trivet. Great poem. :)

Mary said...

Well, that was quite a tale. One never knows what goes on in the dark corners of those missions.

Daydreamertoo said...

Very creative. Christmas is the time when so many on the edge topple over it. Especially lonely people.
Great write from you.

brenda w said...

The juxtapostion of couple and man is brilliant. I got lost in the story, and loved how you wrapped it up with the couple internalizing shame. Interesting read. You rose to the words-- Brava!!

Mama Zen said...

Well done!

vivinfrance said...

Ah, Laurie, you've shown us how it should have been done. I take my hat off to you.
PS my trivet is of heavy brass, so I reckon it's the wall that would have been in smithereens.

Brian Miller said...

the man scatters in woods...nice...i imagine he feels as if his world is crumbling any way...like the contrast of him against that of the kids...

Marianne said...

Thanks for giving us this great puzzle of wordle words, Laurie! You have used them well in your fascinating tale.

Kelly E said...

Laurie - great storytelling. Aptly illustrates how we are so often in our own little world even within our community.

Laurie Kolp said...

Thank you. I was kicking myself for choosing such hard wordle words.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Oh, those poor startled--and terrified--kids! :)

Whirling Haiku

Eva Gallant said...

I, too, expected a worse missile than a trivet!

christopher said...

I love wordles, how they shove the muses down some odd alleys. Your poem is lovely and strange. I'm tickled.

Glenn Buttkus said...

A lovely piece with a delicious twist,
containing madness, despair, and
young love. We all remember those
first fumbling moments of pre-teen
hormonal rushes, trumped by the
embarrassed red cheeks when anyone
refocused us on the moment.

flaubert said...

Laurie, nicely juxtaposed piece. That word trivet was almost impossible to use. Thanks for the challenge this week :)

Pamela

Everyday Goddess said...

Rich and intriguing!

anthonynorth said...

An excellent, original read.

Shawna said...

Ha ha ha! I like the ending. :)

Tess Kincaid said...

Unique...nice write...

Mary Mansfield said...

A wonderful story vividly told. Nice!

The Cello Strings said...

special perspective,

beautiful magpie.

sharplittlepencil said...

Laurie, no self-flagellation! These were excellent words, and your take on them, the scene... it was in turn traditional, romantic, terrifying, and then simply sweet. Loved it. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/12/05/christmas-tree-with-a-schmear/

izzy said...

Sending something 'flying'- got my attention, thanks.

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

good write! :-)

JJRod'z

Lolamouse said...

I, too, was wondering how you were going to work a missile into this picture prompt! Must say, well done! Loved the story you wove. Great characterizations, felt quite real.

Helen said...

You created a great story based on the photo this week ...

The Bug said...

I love it! Boy I sure have felt guilty like that before :)

Mike Patrick said...

Sad to say, this could have been taken from any one of a spate of newspaper articles. More and more, there are physical altercations taking place within religious sanctuaries. An interesting write.

mjshorts said...

A wonderful piece of writing Laurie.
To me the line -'A man
laden with problems too heavy to carry alone' spoke volumes.

Carrie Burtt said...

Laurie this is brilliant! :-)

Caty said...

Those poor kids probably didn't know what hit them; I'm sure there are many man and woman these days close to the edge of breaking. Great write!

myheartslovesongs said...

a wonderful and original take on the prompt, Laurie!
♥ dani

Lyn said...

Unfortunately, this is a daily headline..you really nailed it in a very talented way!

Dave King said...

The approach of Christmas can do this to vulnerable people - as I know from working with them. Timely and moving.

Margaret said...

ha! Nice when teenagers run to their parents, though.

Trellissimo said...

Moving tale of angst and its consequences...

Martin said...

Excellent, well crafted tale, Laurie.

annell said...

I liked it, you said so much, and yet used few words, really.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Clever write, very clever. Love it.

Anna :o]

Isabel Doyle said...

Fabulous piece Laurie - you've picked up so many threads here