When Mourning Comes | A 100 Word Story

#341 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

Sunlight shone upon her red hair splayed on the grass
The entire night spent sleeping under the stars
Birds chirping their mourning songs on branches.

Soon her parents will awaken when the cock crows
And tend to their chores as farmers do
Never wondering where their daughter might be this mourn

By afternoon the father wipes his sweaty brow
As he trudges towards the water well for a drink
Footprints in the dirt mask where she had been

Then mother calls out for her daughter
And wonders where that silly dreamer could be
Laying still upon the grass till mourn.