Washed Ink

I don’t sympathise with a restless adversary trying to justify his heinous act. But I can’t deny it is opening up another perspective, Maybe he tried to help…. 

And then that letter is placed in my hands – to prove that he tried his best. It is worded cryptically, and as I move towards the end, the words get washed away by a shower of unexpected rain.

I don’t wake up with a start, but realise somewhere inside that dream, that it is a dream. There’s no need to read ahead.

It is a strong signal from the subconscious to leave the past behind and move ahead. The story has been washed away by time.

What kind of rain was that? Tears? No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

I will carve out a bright future.

PROMPT LINE

No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.


–Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)

https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/19/dverse-prosery-finding-ms-zora-neale-hurston/


12 thoughts on “Washed Ink

  1. Reena, great title; love the way the person was able to decipher the dream images. I love to see water in dreams as it always carries “messages” and other assorted flotsam and jetsam — sometimes to, and sometimes away from. Excellent use of the prompt and love that ending line.

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