A bright blanket of snow shrouds the ground today as
an anemic yellow sun deepens shadows near snowbanks.
Cradled muffins with blueberries picked in summer
bake, their seraphic commit drifting from room to room.
Mlady and Dotty are situated in their usual spots
near the slider door, surveilling cardinals and fox squirrels.
I pour a cup of fresh coffee and cabal a course.
The leather ski boots creak as I pull the laces tight;
they’ve relaxed since last season’s use. There is comfort
in the ritual of adding shirts, hat, gloves; and the gun.
A call; the note are all that remain before embarking.
Plows come through three times a day, making the road
smooth and slick. Not a lot for the poles to dig into though.
I use the shoulder and make good time. Pepper barks
as I glissade down his snaking driveway, past the headstone.
Bent and grey, his lungs heave as he opens the door.
Eyes wary, he shushes Pepper and starts, “What was…”
as I grab his scrawny sweatered arm and yank him
out and into the white. Two pops and two red blossoms
with my goodbye note should suffice. I’m sorry, Mama.
Just a note on the subject of the poem. This is a work of fiction and in no way advocates using violence against one’s self and/or others as a practical solution for victimization by a stranger or a loved one. Help is available. Resources I found doing a quick google search:
Grace is today’s host of dVerse’ Meet the Bar. Grace says:
Write a poem incorporating setting (specific or descriptive) in your blog.