Pilgrimage (Stitching Prose)

Night after night
Northward in the fading light
I clung to this ragdoll
Whose crooked eyes
My mother had drawn
Over the white cloth
With a piece of charcoal
I walked and I walked
After my father was gone
My mind shifting into a primal gear
That was void of anything but
I twisted the doll's neck
Night after night
Forward motion
During the day
And I walked until
I crowded the pages in my notebook
With more tiny faces
To keep me company
Walking became unbearable
Until I believed
I couldn't walk
Even one more step
And then I ran
In case my mother
Also disappeared

Written in response to MTB: Patchworking some Prose by dVerse
https://dversepoets.com/2023/02/09/mtb-patchworking-some-prose/

Source: Wild by Cheryl Strayed
From page 288:
Northward in the fading light
I walked and I walked
My mind shifting into a primal gear
That was void of anything
But forward motion
And I walked until
Walking became unbearable
Until I believed
I couldn't walk
Even one more step
And then I ran
Source: The Dew Breaker by Edwidge Danticut
From page 178
Night after night
I clung to this ragdoll
Whose crooked eyes
My mother had drawn
Over the white cloth
With a piece of charcoal
After my father was gone
I twisted the doll's neck
Night after night
During the day
I crowded the pages in my notebook
With more tiny faces
To keep me company
In case my mother also disappeared

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Paula Light says:

    Excellent! ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Paula ❤

      Like

  2. SelmaMartin says:

    Splendid prose. 👏

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Selma ❤

      Like

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