~ ~ ~ IT WAS THEIR TIME ~ ~ ~
Copyright Frank Westcott, 2020. All rights reserved.
* NOTE: This collection IT WAS THEIR TIME will be posted here. It will include all my stories to date. The transitions, story-to-story, will come from my long 2000 word poem, AND SHE LAY HERSELF DOWN, a 2014 finalist for Canada's Gwendolyn McEwen Poetry Prize .
And she lay herself down on the bear rug ~ Her blonde hair golden soft
flowing over her shoulders ~ Reaching down her back ~ Where flames… ~
STORY # 1:
On panes ~Warmed her ~ And she slid over
towards the heat ~ So he could feel her warm ~ On his cold skin ~ Where
the cold had frozen him solid
STORY # 2:
And the raven ~ Had pecked his eye out
STORY # 3:
As he stared ~ through the snow
STORY # 4:
Through the night ~ Towards the river ~ Deep ~ And frozen and flowing ~
STORY # 5:
Under the ice ~ where he had cut a hole ~ for a stray ~ to ~ drink
openly ~ beside the food ~ he left ~ by the rock ~ white ~ and round ~
STORY # 6:
And ~ marbled ~ where he liked to sit ~ in the morning ~ when the sun was up and the dew on the ~ grass ~ in the morning before the birds were up ~
STORY # 7: *This story contains what could be difficult material for you.
And on the water ~ and it was cool ~ and the dew cooled ~ his toes ~ when he walked ~
STORY # 8: *This story contains what could be difficult material for you.