l. – r. Addie Mae Collins, Carole Robertson, Denise McNair, and Cynthia Wesley
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
— Dudley Randall, Ballad of Birmingham
Greetings all Poet Pubsters assembled here. It’s Lisa as host who is serving up a prompt, goodies, and liquid refreshments. Today will be a Prosery prompt, where you write a prose story instead of a poem, using a given line of poetry to inspire you. Word limit is 144 words, not including title, and the given line must be used without adding or taking away any words in between. Punctuation may be changed.
Before getting into the meat of the prompt,
A REMINDER:
This coming Saturday, January 20, from 10 to 11 a.m. EST, is dVerse LIVE!, where Björn will be hosting.
Note: there will be no Live edition on Thursday so we can focus on a normal OLN
Also, please read changes that are taking place as of 2024:
This will be open to anyone who wants to listen or read their poem or someone’s poem or sharing of a poem that one likes. Does not have to be the poem shared during OLN Thursday — it can be any poem that they have written or read.
As soon as I saw I was hosting on Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday, I knew what kind of poem I was looking for. I couldn’t remember if January 15 was just MLK Jr.’s birthday or also an official day to honor him so I looked at timeanddate.com for US holidays in 2024. I learned that it is not only an All State holiday but a Federal holiday. Unfortunately I saw in the list some other things: in Alabama and Mississippi it is also a State holiday for Robert E. Lee’s Birthday. Really!? Really!? For those who may not know, Lee was a general who led the Confederate Army during the Civil War in the US. On the up side, Idaho also recognizes the day as a State holiday, Idaho Human Rights Day, and Arizona and New Hampshire recognize it as a State holiday, Civil Rights Day.
Martin Luther King, Jr. was one of the most prominent leaders of the US Civil Rights Movement from 1955 until his assassination on April 4, 1968. It’s hard to believe that almost seventy years have passed since King’s prominent involvement in the US Civil Rights Movement. In some ways it feels we have made much progress in the area of civil rights, but in many ways we are spinning in place.
I looked for a poem from that era, before Dr. King was assassinated. I found “Ballad of Birmingham,” by Dudley Randall, that was written in 1968, but was about the bombing of a church in Birmingham, Alabama in 1963.
“Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren’t good for a little child.”
“But, mother, I won’t be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free.”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children’s choir.”
She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.
The mother smiled to know her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.
She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
“O, here’s the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?”
Your challenge for today, if you choose to accept it, is to write to the line:
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
Here’s how to take part in the Prosery Prompt:
• Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line from the poem.
• Post your Prosery piece on your blog and link back to this post.
• Place the link to your actual post (not your blog url) on the Mister Linky page.
• Don’t forget to check the little box to accept use/privacy policy.
• Please visit other blogs and comment on their posts – reciprocation is the life of this challenge!
Learn more about the 1963 Birmingham church bombing here.
Learn more about poet Dudley Randall here.
msjadeli said:
Welcome E’erbody. The bar is open. Hot and cold drinks and food are at the ready.
kim881 said:
Thank you for introducing the poem to me, Lisa, and for letting us know what day it is in the U.S. – not so widely known in the UK. A tricky line to work with and a challenge. It’s so satisfying to complete it.
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Kim! You are very welcome on the poem introduction. It’s a special day that continues to become more familiar and accepted in the US as time goes on, just like Juneteenth. Care for any drinks or eats?
kim881 said:
Not this evening, thanks, Lisa. It’s a bit late for me.
dorahak said:
Hi Lisa, and All! Oh those photographs at the top of the post are heartbreaking. Thank you for this prompt that reminds us of the work yet needed to be done. We just got a fresh coating of snow and I’m loving the thought of a mug of something hot to warm me up!
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Dora. Yes they are heartbreaking. They are the faces of the angels to remind us of what racism and hatred takes away at its very worst. Unbelievably when I went looking for these girls’ pictures, idiots have posted “ugly” pictures of them 😦
I have any hot drink you could possibly want, Dora. What’ll it be?
dorahak said:
There’s a lot of darkness out there when the innocent faces of children stir hate. Love conquers hate. That’s the hope and that’s the goal.
Anything huh? Hot chocolate?!! Thanks, Lisa
msjadeli said:
One mug of steaming hot chocolate coming right up. Cheers!
Melissa Lemay said:
👋🏻Lisa. I may or may not get around to the prosery prompt. As it is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, schools are closed, which I love, and the kids are home. Lots to do and I already have my coffee.☕️ I’ll be hopping around, reading everyone else’s.❤️🙏🏻
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Melissa. Oh so happy they closed schools there for MLK Jr Day and the kids and you get to spend time together ❤ See you on the trail one way or another.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
This is a heartbreaking poem and I learned that today is also blue monday which supposedly is the most depressing day of the year…
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Bjorn. I wonder whose idea Blue Monday was in having it be the same day as MLK Jr. Day? Thinking about these little girls being killed when haters bombed their church is admittedly very depressing.
Priscilla King said:
I think we can blame the “Monday Holiday Bill.”
“Blue Monday” was a general grumble about having to go back to work or school after the weekend, not a specific day, until some guy worked out a half-serious formula for calculating the most dismal Monday of the year from the air travel industry’s point of view.
General Lee, “Stonewall” Jackson, Martin Luther King, and my late blog buddy Grandma Bonnie Peters, were all born on specific days, close together. If I were going to celebrate one of those days it’d be GBP’s.
I’ll accept a “Martin Luther King Memorial Day” celebrated on Monday to make a long weekend, though, if people will only remember to make it a celebration of the idea that people should be recognized not for the color of their skin but for the content of their character. That idea was axiomatic for most of my generation, but it now seems that the young think it’s “racist.”
Gillena Cox said:
Happy New Year everyone
Much♡love
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Gillena! Happy New Year!
msjadeli said:
Gillena, still not able to comment at your blog. I enjoyed the ordinary day that turned into the unexpected by reading the headlines.
lillian said:
Thank you, Lisa, for posting this heartbreaking poem. I recently finished reading The 1619 Project which critics say is “revisionist history” and in truth, materials are gathered from primary sources and it is an eye opening book about the history of slavery in this country (US) and the ramifications still felt from it. I highly recommend it to everyone.
I wanted to write a piece of prose more in keeping with Martin Luther King Day but the line spoke to me of my past.
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Lillian. I will look for that book. I’m guessing certain people are doing their best to get it banned. Looking forward to your story.
merrildsmith said:
It was partially serialized in the NY Times before the book came out, I believe.
msjadeli said:
Good to know, Merril. Welcome, btw!
msjadeli said:
Lillian my local library system has it in hard copy, audio book, and in large print hard copy. I just put in to borrow the large print copy.
rothpoetry said:
A very sad and appropriate prompt, Lisa. It is extremely sad any time children suffer or are killed because we have not learned how to live in peace with each other as human beings. I will see what I can do with the prompt.
A hot chocolate with marshmallows would be good on this cold day.
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Dwight. Truly, it is unthinkable any time a child is harmed 😦 Maybe see you on the poetry trail. One steaming hot chocolate with marshmallows coming right up. Cheers!
merrildsmith said:
Thank you for hosting, Lisa. Given the nature of the poem, I went very dark.
I’ll have a hot chocolate, too–no marshmallow or whipped cream. That sounds good on this cold day.
msjadeli said:
Welcome again, Merril. I understand about going dark, as I did also. One steaming hot chocolate coming right up. Cheers, and yes it does! Was out earlier snow-blowing the driveway and sure felt the nip.
Helen said:
Today, a sobering reminder of Dr. King’s brave fight. A Fight which continues to this day. The poem you shared was difficult to read .. but an important read. A warmed brandy today would be lovely ….. soothing. [our car got stuck this morning as I was preparing to drive son Carl to work ~ 5:45 on a berm, which made it impossible to move, luckily for us my daughter and husband are 1.6 miles away, when daylight arrived they were able to clear it.] Carl made the walk, not terribly far, only fell once he tells me.
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Helen. I know what you mean about the difficult read.
I saw those pics you posted on fb with all of your snow. Sorry you got stuck and so early in the morning! and that Carl had to walk. Sorry he fell but glad it was just once.
msjadeli said:
My lights just flickered. If you don’t see any more comments from me today, the power went out…
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Cindy Georgakas said:
Such a sad poem and sadly happening more than in should in our world today, Lisa
Hot chocolate was a good call. Lovely tribute. ❣️
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Cindy. So true on these tragedies around the world. One hot chocolate for you. Cheers! Thank you ❤
Cindy Georgakas said:
Indeed so true and that took the edge off, thanks so much❣️❤️
msjadeli said:
❤ ❤ ❤ If it's hot where you are, throw a few ice cubes in 🙂
Cindy Georgakas said:
Hahaha! I wish it was but it’s not blustering over-:)
💕
Frank J. Tassone said:
Good evening, poets! Thanks, Lisa, for pubtending, and for the captivating prompt sentence. A heartbreaking act of terror, memorialized so poignantly!
I went in an entirely different direction.
I’ll have my usual, please. 😉
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Frank. My pleasure on pubtending and for the prompt. This poem shows how impactful poetry can be. Looking forward to your poem.
One of the usual, coming right up. Cheers!
Rob Kistner said:
Thank you for hosting Lisa, and an excellent prompt. 🙂👍🏼✌🏼🫶🏼
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Rob 🙂 My pleasure on hosting and thank you on the prompt. Can I get you something to drink or eat?
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Ginny Brannan said:
I was just a child in the ’60s when the race riots and Birmingham happened, when people marched for Civil Rights, and when the great Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated. Long ago, and yet so many still fight for equality. The poem I shared today has nothing to do with that time, but was written around the line that was shared. Have already read several of the shares, will comment on them in a bit.
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Ginny. I’m glad you are of an age to remember when the civil rights marches were going on. I was a kid also and there were just 3 channels on the TV. I do remember seeing police battering the marcheers and setting fire hoses and dogs on them.
Looking forward to your poem. See you on the poetry trail!
paeansunplugged said:
Hi Li! The gloom persists and that poem is heartbreaking.
Thanks for hosting with this thought provoking challenge.
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Punam. My pleasure and thanks.
Aboli Mane said:
I always forget to comment on these. Apologies.
A heart-breaking poem. Will be a challenge to write this one, and now I am aware of the things I did not know. ❤️ Thank you for hosting!
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Aboli. You’re right about it being a tough read and a tough write. You are very welcome on being made aware, and my pleasure on hosting ❤
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pvcann said:
I think MLK Day should be global, he spoke to the world. I first encountered him when I was 13 and my father gave me his biography, and then in high school his speeches were part of our English program. He is one of my heroes. I had not read this poem, so thank you for it Lisa, but I had read the story before – harrowing stuff.
msjadeli said:
Paul, I agree about MLK Day. I think a Nelson Mandela Day would also work. Maybe King Mandela Day? Good to learn of your progressive learning. At community college I had a class that used, “Eyes on the Prize Civil Rights Reader” as a textbook. I’ve also had to recondition myself from the extreme racist upbringing I grew up in. It’s taken a long time to get to where I’m at and a long way to go. Thank goodness the images on the screen are changing and other areas are seeing movement also. May we continue the trajectory and not regress because of some political leaders spouting poison.
poetisatinta said:
Enjoyed this Lisa, despite the fact that it has brought out a lot of very sad stories ❤️
msjadeli said:
Welcome, Ange. I think MLK Jr. Day is a good time for remembering happy times but sad times also. Happy you decided to join in on the prompt ❤
poetisatinta said:
😊❤️
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