That seed of you planted in me directs me to turn from daily tasks to look for lost things. Then the dust of my past, brushed from some recess of memory, mixes with imagination to fabricate a scrap of art, a poem, a tale.
After I wrote this, I couldn’t decide who to use to illustrate it. Then I noticed the “art, poem and tale” and realized I’d had a mentor in each genre. My mother for poetry, my husband for art and my father as storyteller.
A quadrille is a poem with exactly 44 words. The dVerse poets prompt asks us to write a quadrille that contains the word seed. Hereis a link to the dVerse Poets page where you can read other responses to the prompt.
Bazooka or Double Bubble the biggest decision I had to make that June, my mentor was the girl six years my senior who lived two houses away. Brown braids and freckles, her calm made order out of mayhem, her smile resolving daily skinned knees and bruises. A skate key on a cord around her neck— always dependable, like some preteen utilitarian angel.
I skated through July, hanging my last in a long line of replacement skate keys securely around my neck
from my dad’s old compass cord, knowing by some prescience far beyond my years that mentors, like meteors, streak by quickly and are soon out of sight.
And…..remember this song very pertinent to the topic at hand?
Since the prompt today is “mentor,” I am going to send you back in time three years to a poem I wrote about mentoring that I have no memory of having written, so even if you were around way back then, perhaps you’ll be ready to read it again as well. Here is the link.