Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
*apparently** that line is, in fact, a lyric from ‘the Age of Aquarius’ from the musical ‘Hair!’
** ‘apparently’ because I have a tendency to write first and understand second, particularly on a Wednesday evening, when I’m in Six Sentence Story Warm-up mode.
Back now, bereft of parentheticals and astrixeseses…. so, zoe has this blog hop, Six Sentence Story every Thursday and the object is to write a story employing the word prompt provided and keep it to 6 sentences. (oh man! I’ve been known in the past as having a touch of arithlexia, this week’s Story really challenges the counting system… whole lines, in quotes I am not counting as individual sentences, unless Al stuck a period in them, which happens once….I think)
This week our prompt is ‘Fray’
“Half a league, half a league, half a league onward” he read, the forest outside his window beginning to glow grayly with the approach of Dawn.
“Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them” the poet continued, bestowing hideous honor on the special variety of mass murderer that society produces on a secret timetable, marked by statues in city parks and the dreams of young boys inoculated with malignant dreams of purpose.
“Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well“, like the drunken patron in lobby of the whorehouse, describing acts of passion as if to repeat them loudly (enough) would reverse the achingly slow destruction of the good, inherent in life of the not-yet-old girl.
“Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!”
“I know how this ends, it’s bravado and all, one more cup of coffee and into the fray, into the valley of Commerce rode the….” laughing at himself, he hit ‘Publish’.
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Wow…that was pretty moving. You continue to amaze me week to week….
hey… I like the reminder (to update my self-image.)
Fascinating juxtaposition here :)
thank you (the ‘fascinating’ is the element that makes me feel best, coming from you)
I’m still trying to work out if this was YOUR morning, and how on earth you’d have ended up at any point in a whorehouse.
if ya figure it out, let me know! lol (I’m thinking the lyric in the title (which was totally random)…. involved going and listening to the music, and then to clips from the movie, which was anti war and the…somehow the Charge of the Light Brigade got in my head and the rest makes perfect sense! )
Yes, Clark, you a writer with words of vivid imagery and wonderful ideas. I particularly like the way you take the reader (me) away to another time and place, feeling it, picturing it, and then bring it right back to the present.
thanks Val! we’d be in a fine pickle if we went (out) to another time and place and forgot our way back
Excellent take on the prompt and I love the last line! Enjoyable read. :)
thank you!
“…like the drunken patron in lobby of the whorehouse, describing acts of passion as if to repeat them loudly (enough) would reverse the achingly slow destruction of the good, inherent in life of the not-yet-old girl.”
Now that is a kick-ass line… Just saying…
thank you very much…
That part about statues of special varieties of mass murderers? Awesome!
What a nice thing to say! Lol ‘more is more’
This is simply grand. Great lines, great use of the poem…love it. And interestingly we both touched on a similar setting. Cool.
This was an awesome interweave, you grabbed our attention from the start!