Monday, January 27, 2014

Cholera

                                                                                      The Mill, 1964, by Andrew Wyeth 
                                                                    
silent march past house and stable 
across snowy fields
lifeless, barren
to the Metheney family plot

five days, every day
a funeral procession
as one by one
they lost their children

farm cart rests idle in winter
now a horse drawn caisson
bearing miniature hand-made coffins
for whom the bell tolls










23 comments:

  1. The state of life in another time. Sad, but true.

    Blessings and Bear hugs, Woonie Lady!

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  2. Respect to you, researching...I haven't done this time...~ Sad story.

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  3. Yes, beneath this entropic thanatos , lies the Bette Midler Rose ..... The sualistic cart is an exquisite mechanism, thanks

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  4. Epidemics humble. You personalize this fact.

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  5. How very sad. I fear the unusual cold may possibly do the same.

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  6. Lovely poetry, but hardly your usual style... have you been taking your medication? :-) XX

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  7. oh my gosh- this image took a turn here...strong poem but oh so sad.

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  8. Oh how sad ~ I didn't expect that ending ~

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  9. So very visual...the tone so appropriate against the white of Wyeth's winter. Nicely done!

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  10. Oh my. Heartbreaking to a mama of man babes.

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  11. cant imagine how hard it would be to watch all those you love pass away and be carried out, the town slowly emptying....

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  12. We do forget that mothers lost their babies to weather, diseases, and plain childbirth. How they survived after all the pain is not something I want to imagine.

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  13. We take for granted how blessed we are today. So many lost half of their children or more. It was commonplace, I believe, at least in my genealogy.

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  14. Oh, Helen, this is so sad, but it happened a lot years back. I visit the local cemeteries from time to time and read the gravestones of entire families wiped out by the flu, etc.

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  15. Sad but true. Awful to lose your children in succession as so. I like where you've taken us this week, Helen.

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  16. A creative and well-told tale. I found the font a bit difficult to read though, sorry.

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  17. What a sad tale you wrote from this prompt. But life was like that. Well written.

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  18. Oh no! So sad :-( but I guess this was the reality for some. A terrible, cold reality!

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  19. I love to spend time in cemeteries...have often seen whole families of children lost to an epidemic...sad when you consider how easily they could have been saved with the remedies we have today...

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