Friday, October 8, 2010

Indian's summer

Such a beautiful fire.

Skenandoa raked the singular pile of leaves into the shape of a bulging fresh grave of her third husband, tending and prodding stubborn red leaves with a stick as if trying to awaken a dead dog, the brilliant crackling leaves never bellowing smoke to irritate the eyes, but her black magpie eyes burning with the somber tears of another Autumn's passing.

It was a beautiful fire, smelling of burnt maple syrup on vagabond shoe leather. I did not talk to her but pointed to the yellow leaves afire, ripe for the pickin', towering above the white covered bridge still making for a lovely shade. Skenandoa pointed over my right shoulder, and following her gaze, I turned. A little deer standing upon orange leaves at the edge of the bridge watched us.
'Awanita,' Skenandoa whispered affectionately. I held my breath. She clapped her hands, startling me in its musket-fire echo, and standing side by side now, we watched the deer silently sprinting back across the wooden planks, retreating light-footed onto close cropped bluegrass.

Skenandoa playfully jabbed me in the ribs with the ash stick to see if the white man was dead.


Blogger kathi harris said...

Raking leaves, piling them up, burning them ... all a part of autumn. I can c this scene so clearly.

10/09/2010 1:03 AM  
Blogger geoff said...

That's really nice. So many colours in there, and very atmospheric. Like it

Geoff Moore
Geoff Moore's Creative Writing Blog

10/09/2010 1:16 AM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

glad you are still alive...smiles. i really dont want to rake leaves...

10/09/2010 1:24 AM  
Blogger Susannah said...

I really enjoyed the scene you painted with your words, Nice writing!

10/09/2010 4:35 AM  
Blogger kathew said...

I especially like this line:
"beautiful fire, smelling of burnt maple syrup on vagabond shoe leather" what vision you have!

10/09/2010 11:38 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

Black magpie eyes ... great Magpie!

10/09/2010 11:56 AM  
Blogger Angie Muresan said...

Very nice! I can imagine myself in the midst of nature.

10/09/2010 11:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

a little freaky, but i like it loads. great short snap of imagery, really punchy.

10/10/2010 4:10 AM  
Blogger Reflections said...

Such colorful imagery... I could smell the smoke of the maple syrup on shoe leather. I could see the deer watching from the distance.

Nice magpie.

10/10/2010 9:13 AM  
Blogger willow said...

My Native American DNA is tingling and my Hoosier twang is twingling. :)

10/10/2010 10:40 AM  
Blogger signed...bkm said...

Loved all your wonderful trying to wake a dead dog...etc...brillant write.....thank you...bkm

10/10/2010 1:04 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Strong piece full of intrigue and multi-layers - I love it.

10/10/2010 10:20 PM  
Blogger Carrie Burtt said...

This is such a wonderful piece of prose...from the first line to the last...i love it! :-)

10/11/2010 9:30 AM  
Blogger Claudia said...

..smelling of burnt maple syrup on vagabond shoe leather..what a sentence! enjoyed your imagery in here

10/11/2010 3:52 PM  
Blogger Miss Nikki said...

It is wonderful. And I loved the imagery it evoqued. Thanks!

10/11/2010 11:19 PM  
Blogger RNSANE said...

You are a true artist, painting your canvas in such vibrant colors....well told!!

10/12/2010 6:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Invite you to try the prompts at Writer's Island...

10/13/2010 8:51 PM  

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