P- Paul Laurence Dunbar

P- Paul Laurence Dunbar

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My poet for today’s writer’s quote/ poem Wednesday, in correlation with the atoz challenge I am participating in is, Paul Laurence Dunbar. The first time I came across his work was watching a poetry out loud competition in YouTube, where his poem “we wear the mask” was recited. It was amazing. But that is not the poem I’m going to share today. Today’s poem is titled “sympathy” and all I’ll say is, if you enjoyed reading maya Angelou’s- I know why the caged bird sings, you’ll enjoy this.

Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals–
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting–
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,–
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings–
I know why the caged bird sings!

Flash Fiction: Family Squabble

Flash Fiction: Family Squabble

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“do you know how expensive it is to take care of a horse?” Nathan was about to reply when his mother cut him,

“Never mind, I’ll tell you” she continued, very, that’s how expensive it is. Why you gotta spend so much money on an animal when you ain’t even gonna eat it.”

“Nobody eats horses”, Nathan snorted.
“You sure about that now son?” She asked with a raised brow.

Mama, I love you, but you touch a hair on my horse-“
“The horse you are yet to buy”, his mother interjected.
“yes, the horse I am yet to buy and I swear, I’ll tell the authorities”.

His mother threw her head back and laughed till streaks of tears glistened on her cheeks.
“Oh honey,” she declared wiping the tears off, “it’s gonna take nothing short of a SWAT team to put cuffs on these two wrists.”

It was a dare… And in that moment, Nathan decided the horse he was yet to buy would never set foot anywhere near fifty feet of his mother.


word count: 175 words. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Thank you @Phylor for this week’s image.