for dverse
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/02/15/three-things-challenge-510/
for three things challenge “dead kin now”
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/
for word of the day challenge “sprightly”
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/15/rdp-monday-robust/
for the ragtag daily prompt “robust”
Four prompt prosery
“I went out to the Hazel wood, because a fire was in my head.”
The fire was lit by my dead kin, now sprightly skipping and dancing amongst the bluebells of hazelwood as if young again.
All they wanted was to say goodbye.
Corona having taken them, my elderly kin. Laying together in each other’s arms. Dying together as they had lived together. Their love robust enough to last the 70 years since kisses in the school playground.
Their love of us their kin bringing us here to Hazel wood. To watch them dance like they had in the school playground.
The fire in my head shared with all us kin of hazel wood. Calling us to pay witness to their final dance.
Grandma and Grandpa teach us how one last time.
How to build our robust love into sprightly love that never dies.
© rog leach 15/2/2021
perspective poetry 
Wow, so devastating and hauntingly striking in the imagery. It’s really a tragedy.
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thank you written for all those who have lost sambdy without being able to say goodbye
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“Sprightly love that never dies” — the grandparents bequeathed the best gift of all.
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Oh this is so sad…..even though ending with the positive of their legacy. Their deaths close together….too too real in these Covid times.
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A deeply spiritual take on the prompt lines. Such a beautiful communication between the loved ones before leaving.
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A story that could be told all too many times in this pandemic. So beautifully written.
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ahhh clever
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👏
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Well done, Rog, for combining four prompts into your piece and making it topical with the Corona reference! It’s such a poignant story, one with which I’m sure many of us are familiar. You brought me to tears with the image of the couple dancing like they had in the school playground.
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Thank you
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‘The fire was lit by my dead kin, now sprightly skipping and dancing amongst the bluebells of hazelwood as if young again.’ Damn near perfect.
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thank you
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This one is a tearjerker: beautifully done!
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So poignant.
I hope they are dancing. I’ve hoped that my mom had such a dance with my dad.
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I am sure she is
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💙
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Your words are incredibly sad … a grim reminder of today’s reality. Well penned.
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So many are leaving us… I am glad that they leave us with such a lesson.
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How sad this one is! Sad and beautiful.
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Sad but so well written…..
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