Sunday Afternoon

photo by heidi helmer

The breeze gently glides
 through the tall grass on
 this
Sunday afternoon.

 It is has been a pleasant, spring day
and not only
are my sinuses clear,
but
my tummy is full.

(The roast and root vegetables sitting under a slab of apple pie.)

The glass of  sweet tea
(no mint today, thanks)
is under my fingers

as I lean back in my chair
on the back porch.

I feel so grateful
to have moved here,
      to this old farmhouse
 in rural Alabama.

My house is at the end of
a gravel road
which is just my
long-ass
driveway.

Saturday nights
I sing along with
the bluegrass program
on NPR.


The people stuck in the cities
seem
so
unlucky
 to me.

 I hear the familiar click

as the trap springs

and I see the red spray

in the distance.

The animals know better than to go near the traps,

but the zombies seem to fall for them every time.

heidi
written 5/5/14
submitted to Free Write Friday with Kellie Elmore


This piece came about because I wanted to write something, and nothing was happening. Kellie Elmore's Free Write prompts are excellent for kick-starting some writing, and this last Friday's prompt was a word bank using these words:

Red – Mint – Gravel – Sing – Unlucky

which then reminded me of a Twitter conversation I had with @LatinoDeepSouth about the article "Would Alabamians Survive a Zombie Apocolypse?" and, I was off writing.

I wrote initially as straight-on prose, but it looked like a huge word block, so I did this with it. Is this prosetry? Or am I having a hard time shaking NaPoWriMo?

While you're online, why not hastag #BringBackOurGirls, and check out the Latinos in the Deep South website and Twitter. They are doing some awesome work!