Sunflower Storm

Sunflower Storm

A Story by Silverdweller88

Short story/poem, difficult to categorize

The storm was now settling down, brooding after the attack. The sunflowers touched down in arcs, caking dirt where rays of warmth had just been. Some had been torn at the edges, daring to make lace, failing. 

Infant mammoths bowed over into the clay, they concern us all. I try to grab their hands and teach them to walk, but to no avail. It's because I'm silly, it's because they're human. Some of us do our rebounds in slow motion, when no one is looking. 

So I gave them some imagination, I had to scrunch my eyes closed and form ridges across my forehead in order to make it work. But I gave them hope, hard hats and scaffolding. I gave them mirrored reflective panes that heated in the noonday sun. I gave them a sway that would accommodate a breeze or a tremor. I gave them a sleep or two.

After some days they remembered themselves and regained their composure. They brightened at the sky and held aloft dew marbles. Ants populated each story, streaming in que along the infrastructure. I could almost hear a jungle vine under stress as they inched upward and smiled like a ladies with baskets on their heads, a balanced smile. 

© 2020 Silverdweller88

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TS might not be Frost or Eliot but combined with Nix they made music. Perhaps another colab?...

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Added on June 6, 2020
Last Updated on June 6, 2020
Tags: Nature, observation, imagination, hope, sunflowers, storm, personification