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Welcome to Prosery Monday, my friends, where we will attempt to write a piece of prose fiction (144-words or less) using a given line of poetry! I’m Dora from PilgrimDreams.com and the poet from whose work I’ve chosen is Amy Woolard, a legal aid attorney who also works on civil rights policy and legislation in Charlottesville, Virginia.
In April 2020 Woolard debuted her first poetry collection, Neck of the Woods, and her poems have appeared in the Virginia Quarterly Review, Guernica, Ploughshares, The Guardian, The Rumpus, Boston Review, Poetry, Slate, The New Yorker, and The Paris Review.
I recently encountered her poetry in The New Yorker and was at once reminded of the visceral energy of Sylvia Plath’s work. I found Woolard’s poetry to be supple and compelling, a fresh and singular voice in Southern regional poetry. You can read more of this relatively new poet and the experiences that continue to shape her poetry in this interview in the Southern Review of Books: “’Neck of the Woods’ Examines Grief, Social Change, the Power of Shared Experience.” Other than in The New Yorker, you can also find her poetry in The Adroit Journal as well as “If By You You Mean Me” in The Paris Review (Fall 2019).
From her poem, “Laura Palmer Graduates” based on director David Lynch’s surrealistic Twin Peaks, I’ve chosen this line for you to use creatively in your fictional composition:
What does it matter
That the stars we see are already dead.
Your challenge? Write a piece of prose (not poetry) of no more than 144 words that includes the above given line. You may change it with breaks or punctuation, without altering the order of the words.
When you have written your prose, publish it on your blog with a link to this dVerse post. Then insert the link to your post in Mr Linky below. Finally, please do check out the other stories and leave a comment. Enjoy!

Pub doors are open — Come on in and welcome. Can’t wait to read your stories.
We’ve got stars on the brain in more ways than one here on the North American continent. Many will be enjoying a total solar eclipse if they’re in an opportune spot on its track.
In honor of the cities that are on the total eclipse path, we have for your refreshment, Aguachiles from Mazatlan, Mexico; Texas chili from Dallas; fried catfish from Little Rock; Paczki pastries from Cleveland; chicken wings from Buffalo; and poutine from Montreal. And your drink of choice, of course!
Good evening poets, and thank you, Dora, for introducing me to Amy Woolard. I expect you’re preparing for the eclipse, which we won’t be able to see her in Norfolk; apparently it can only be seen as a partial eclipse in the west of the UK. Is there are special non-alcoholic cocktail named after the eclipse? If there is something like that, I’d like to give it a try, please.
Via the all-seeing, all-knowing lens of Google Search:
“The Solar Eclipse Mocktail is a visually stunning, non-alcoholic beverage that symbolizes the majestic phenomenon of a solar eclipse. Its layers mimic the dark shadow of the moon crossing the bright sun, offering both a feast for the eyes and a refreshing twist for the palate.” Includes orange juice and blackberry puree and sparkling water. If you’re game, I am! 😂
Wow! I would love to try one in real life!
Yeah, me too. 😀
It is dark here, but not due to any eclipse… we have to wait until 2126… wonder if dVerse still exists then.
Well, we’ve gotten too cloudy to see anything here, though it has become darker. And of course, there will be a dVerse in 2126, God willing!
Hello Dora and All. It took me a minute to wrap my head around where I wanted to take this line. Thank you for the challenge. Poutine, washed down with a pint of Magners sounds just perfect, please!
There you go, Lisa! Headed to your write right now.
Thank you and Cheers!
hi dora
hi poets
the solar eclipse mocktail sounds good. it might help live to 156 in order to see the next eclipse 2126.
cheers all
rog
Haha! An elixir of life in the form of a “solar eclipse mocktail” coming right up, Rog. Enjoyed your story, btw. 😀
thank you
My pleasure! 🍸
I like the prompt line you chose. Thank you for hosting this evening! Hope you got to enjoy the eclipse today!
Alas, it was too overcast to appreciate, just the unnatural darkening. No kids running around with pinhole cameras like there was in 2017 when there were clear skies. How about your way, Dwight?
It dimmed some but not total eclipse here.
Same. Maybe 80 or 90 per cent here.
Thanks for hosting, Dora! The Solar Eclipse Mocktail sounds perfect for the day! Boston had 94% eclipse….It was amazing to see with glasses borrowed from someone on our corner! What an amazing day!
Glad you had clear skies for it, Lillian! A special Mocktail just for you to top off the experience.😀
What does it matter that I no longer bother
To look at the sky
That there’s no sort of sadness
Can still make me cry
It turns out there’s nothing
That money can’t buy
That I have no more questions
But I still don’t know why
What does it matter that the stars we see
Are already dead
This book we read
Had already been read
From the scars I carry
I’ve already bled
Jesus rose from the grave
And immediately fled
He’ll not give us this day
Our daily bread
What does it matter that the mountain we climb
Is no longer so tall
That the atom we study
Is no longer so small
That the walls that protect us
Might so easily fall
That the God that we prey to
Won’t answer our call
What does it matter?
Nothing matters at all
It’s terrible. But it’s exactly 144 words
Hi Richmond,
The rhymes and rhythm work so well as do the rhetorical repetitions. I liked your seamless incorporation of the Woolard line too. The poem reminded me of some Hemingway short stories, especially “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.” I can’t deny that there are times we feel like wrapping ourselves in numbing nihilism when the heavens seem deaf to our prayers. But I’ve personally learned that “seem” is not “is.”
Ah, now if it were only a 144-word piece of flash fiction, posted on your blog, and linked to us and your post link entered into Mr. Linky, it would be in perfect accord with the Prosery prompt!
So a mark of 0/4, essentially. Must do better.
Thank you for hosting Dora. Intriguing prompt! 🙂 👍🏼✌🏼🫶🏼 Also, “Beseeching the Stars” is my correct link. Please erase the other one. Thank you. Sorry for the confusion.
Oh so glad you joined in, Rob! I loved your story and the deep current of mystery that runs through it. 🙌👍😍 (Removed the extra link btw which was no bother at all.)
Dora, thank you for the great prompt!
So glad you liked it, Vee, and I loved your story! 💞
Thank you so much!!
Most welcome, my friend!
💖
A prompt of COSMIC proportions and a mere 144 words to do it justice!
Nice to take a break from my A-Z Challenge and pop into the pub Dora – just couldn’t resist this one thanks… I’ll have a pint whilst I am here please!
Loved the cosmic view you took, Andrew, such a treat to read. And here’s a pint for your trouble — You’ve certainly earned it in my book!
Here’s a minor revision ….
We were sitting on a mountaintop, you understand. The air was thin and our brains were compensating for the lack of oxygen by shutting down certain non-essential functions.
Logic is often the first thing to go under these circumstances.
It’s difficult to say whether the dope we were smoking or the romanticism of the campfire into which we gazed was enhancing our reality, or placing chemical limitations upon it.
“What does it matter that the stars we see are already dead?” I asked, deliberately gazing into the heavens, “or that those that exist beyond our event horizon shall remain forever invisible?”
Rupert forcibly exhaled a long arrow of smoke, and I watched as the very idea of it evaporated and surrendered itself to the cosmos.
“That’s a very difficult question,” he responded, “but what is your favourite flavour of ice cream?”
“Chocolate,” I said.
Bad again. But 144 words again.
Ha! Good story! Why focus on the distant stars when the pressing question of the moment demands an answer, right? And chocolate ice cream is the right answer, btw.
Many thanks Dora, a great line and one that connected for me through other sources, so many possibilities 🙂
I love the possibilities you chased down, Paul, truly an enlightening read, making “dead” philosophy, shine.
Dora you little sneak, I did not know you hosted over here!
Dear Shay! So glad to see your post. Your story left a lump in my throat. Still recovering.
Thank you for the great prompt line, Dora! (And what a great title to Woolard’s poem). I’ve just posted, and I’ll catch up with reading tomorrow.
I’m so gad you enjoyed it, Merril. Loved your story — nothing less than the atmospheric and tale-spinning excellence I’ve come to expect from you.
That’s very kind. Thank you, Dora!
Most welcome!
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