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A series of haikus, describing Lucille's last day. |
“Lucille’s Story” (In Haiku’s) (1) Young girl, only eight Outside catching frogs for mom Placid sun setting (2) Old girl, seventeen Vehemently running home Windows are broken (3) Specious smells are here TV. is on but silent Beautiful bathroom (4) Standing in the tub It is palpable that she Can no longer see (5) She sits at her place Profuse food is on her plate Mama is also here (6) Her fork scrapes the plate No food, Lucille is alone Emaciated (7) Conscientious care She kisses her mother’s cheek And clears the table (8) A torpor has set With prodigious demeanor Into her weak bones (9) Lucille is tired Her mother lays her to bed She falls into sleep (10) Lucille is dieing She cannot go on like this She falls into sleep Just as a note; I know that because of the content of the haiku’s, they may be true to the form that is usually upheld but they brake most of the Japanese rules that state that a haiku should be simple, and preferably about nature. This short collection of poems was inspired by what I was going to originally hand in for an assignment, about a day in the life of Lucille. To explain a little about the poems, because you don’t know that story, here is a short summary. ----------------WARNING:IF YOU WOULD RATHER READ THE POEMS, WITHOUT THE EXPLANATION, PLEASE DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING.------------- When Lucille was eight, her father took her mother’s life, blinded Lucille and left her to live alone in their house in the country. For a while, Lucille didn’t understand what was going on, and was terrified because she could no longer see her surroundings. For a while, she survived off of a school friend bringing her food, after he discovered her in her house. He keeps her secrete, and keeps her fed enough to stay alive. But, as the years went on, Lucille lost any sense of reality. To preserve herself, her mind has retained the idea that she is still eight years old, nothing happened to her mother, and she can see just fine. For years, more than nine to be exact, she has barely survived this way. Now though, she’s finally reached the limits of her abilities and the haikus recount her last day alive. If you’re interested in the actual story, please let me know and I will try to make it readable and bring it to you. |