FATHER AND SON

~ Iain Kelly

A PROSE POEM:

 

A shallow stream with a pebbled carpet,

Dapples of sunlight on a shimmering surface.

Bare feet cooled in ripples of water,

Shouts and laughter and joyful splashes.

A father and a son joined in play,

A precious moment clutched from memory.

 

Quiet descends on a father alone,

A shadow of the boy glimmers and fades.

That beaming smile flickers one last glint,

Before the stream lies silent in contemplation.

The rays of light still shine down,

Their warmth no longer penetrates.

 

The father kneels, racked with pain,

His tears fall on the watery plain.

One last moment with his innocent child,

One last smile or laugh or splash.

Red drops colour sparkling transparency,

The father lies down and floats away.

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Copyright Enisa

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

Published by Iain Kelly

39 year old writer, avid film viewer and book reader, employed in the media industry as a television editor.

40 thoughts on “FATHER AND SON”

  9. Beautiful writing Iain. I’ve convinced myself the father is only sad because his son has grown up and has lost his innocence in a non-tragic way. I’ve also decided that the father only floated away figuratively speaking (I’m struggling to ignore the red dots though). Great take.

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    1. Ha, the red dots are hard to explain, but I’m glad you saw that there could be an innocent reason for his son no longer being there. It does make me sad seeing how quickly my kids are growing up and those little moments drift away.

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  10. That was amazingly tragic and as a Dad and Grandpa, there’s always the thought lying in the back of my mind about what would happen if I lost a child or grandchild.

    Interestingly enough, I also wrote about a father and son and death but from a different direction.

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