Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
The prompt word for this week’s Six Sentence Story is ‘Pine’
Friend of the Doctrine zoe’s rhetorical calisthenics, down in the proscenium in twenty minutes!! Hurry, don’t be late!
This (that you may or may not be reading) is a very, very early warm-up. Warm-up words are essential to my participation in the rather cool, totally challenging and always satisfying Six Sentence Story ‘hop. As the name implies: stories, six sentences and a use/relationship/bearing on in some manner the week’s chosen word.
Pine
Unspoken tales and legends scribed in scent and carcasses tell of your people, one queen and innumerable brothers, thriving and roaming the earth since the late Cretaceous, cities of mud and leftovers reaching towards the equatorial sun. It is a life of constant work, the pull of fatigue shared on shoulders and carapaces as weary as your own, there is no skyward to tempt your sight, the future is ahead and slightly upwards, always and without exception. You sense the presence of God’s work in mirrored forms that teem, supporting, carrying and, ultimately passing over, your final contribution to upwards progress.
Being hungry is trait, to a dinner never late, 2 forks and 2 knives, un-napkined chitin, the ranks and files with none but one knowing their place in the house of Isoptera. Your queen and all-mother, the reason for the world and the urgency in your endless toil, upwards the city grows, carrying the earth to the sun.
You feel a hard jostle, scents of impatience and insensate passion, ‘over to the south, tunnels blocked by paradise, it is a vein of Pine, let us dine!’
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Oh, I can see one really needs to be a Mensa member to read here :) But I did want to reciprocate since you’ve been so loyal to Frank and Stella–who wish you every good thing during the holiday season! (They have a whole Page now, with all their stories up!)
lol (I’m afraid that google has eroded some of the cachet from those guys)
Thanks… how much fun is this writing thing, here all I need to do is read ‘Frank and Stella’ and I have an image in my mind which, until you get to the point with people where you need to borrow money or spend the night, that’s as real as real needs to be, no?
I sense we have a teeming colony of pine-devouring insects here, which could easily be a metaphor for society at large! You never cease to exercise my brain a bit, and in deference to it’s advancing age I think that is a good thing! :-)
the fun of living in an age of amazing access to information (which, being a clark, there is little better than that)
Always interesting. Carcasses, carapaces both suggest beetles. Do beetle colonies have a queen? Is Isoptera a made up word?
lol hoist on my own petard! all these years of making up words. actually no, I have google to thank for the word. (the idea for the post itself, I can only blame myself)
I enjoy your posts in part because of the insights you put in ahead of the Six
An interesting look into the minds of the bugs!
Who but a clark would I find writing about a society of rogerian insects??? Ha!!!
The pine beetles have certainly done some destructive work on the beautiful ponderosa pines in this state, as well as in many other states. This was a very creative use of the cue this week. You got me very quickly checking the dictionary for several of the words you used in your story.
thank you, Pat. (I really love how easy it is now, with the internet) to check on words and find new and more fun words