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It’s the first Monday in May, the weather is warmer and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are writing Prosery, the very short piece of prose or flash fiction that tells a story with a beginning, middle and end. It can be in any genre of your choice, but it does have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line or two from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit.
One of the many things I did while I was still teaching was coach students to enter the annual poetry performance competition, Poetry by Heart, and I’m proud to say that one of my students got through to the final in London. Students make their choice of poems from a comprehensive bank of poetry, a useful place to find little gems of poems, which is where I came across the poem for this Prosery prompt.
It’s by Rachel Lyman Field (1894 – 1942), an American writer who, until she was ten years old, apparently couldn’t read, so she listened to plays, poems and stories and learned them by heart. She would then compose her own versions, which she would act out or recite. When she got married, Rachel refused to become a housewife; she continued to write poems and stories, many of which were adapted into Hollywood films. She died in 1942 at 48 years old.
The lines I chose are from a poem called ‘Something told the wild geese’, which is about the moment, the turning point of the year, when wild geese sense that they must fly south and migrate to warmer lands for the winter. I particularly like the use of summer and winter words and how they are emphasised by the use of a dash before them.

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The geese have already arrived here in Norfolk where they will stay for spring and summer. I love geese, so this poem and these lines attracted my attention:
“Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly.”
Here’s how to take part in Prosery:
– Write a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add words in between the given ones.
– Post your Prosery on your blog and link back to this post.
– Link it up to our Mr. Linky.
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Good evening poets and welcome to Prosery! The bar is open with May cocktails and cider from last Autumn, in keeping with the poem from which I chose the lines. We have crackers with your choice of cheeses and other toppings, pistachios, cashews and almonds. And flash fiction for your delectation.
Good evening… I hope all are well… we are back to a bit colder weather here after a weekend that almost felt like summer. Cheese sounds wonderful, may I have a pint of bitter with that?
Cheese and a pint of bitter on their way, Björn! I hate to rub it in, but we have had glorious sunshine for two whole days and spent time in the garden. But it could change tomorrow…
Hi Kim!
That poem is such a great introduction to Fields’ poetry. Truly enjoyed it! A glass of cider sounds great on this cloudy day! Thank you. 😊
I’m glad you like the poem, Dora. A glass of cloudy cider coming up!
Cheers! 💖
Love the poem…
I;m delighted you love the poem.
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Hello Kim and All. Thank you for the great line to write to. Left this morning on a bike ride and went way farther than planned. I blame it on the gorgeous weather. I swear I’ve never seen so many robins on one bike ride in my life. They were pulling worms like mad! I started this poem before I left but couldn’t get it so it felt right. The answer came to me on the ride. Nature does speak to us if we care to listen.
I’m so jealous, I used to love riding my bike, but my arthritis and asthma mean I can’t ride a bike any more. Enjoy your bike rides, Lisa. A wonderful way to spend time in nature and to et ideas for poems!
Kim, so far so good on the bike riding. Sorry it’s off the table for you, but I do know you like your walks which are just as good. You live in a lovely spot for nature as well and yes, always poetry fodder along the way 🙂
I’ve been doing some gardening while the weather’s been good.
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Thank you for the lovely poem, Kim. I decided suddenly to do this prompt.I can always eat cheese, especially with wine, but I’ll be having dinner soon.
I’m glad you like the poem, Merril, and that you’re joining us. I’m just up and will be over to read and comment soon.
Hello all! Thank you for hosting Kim. Not feeling great today. Fascinating prompt. I just got up from a 5 hour midday nap. I will attempt a piece, but not sure I can nudge my muse awake. Creatively flat at the moment. ✌🏼🫶🏼
I’m so sorry that you’re not feeling great, Rob, No hurry. I’ll be waiting.
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Is anyone else having trouble commenting on David’s (ben alexander) response? I type in a comment, but there is no way to continue.
This is such a lovely prompt I had to respond. I haven’t done a prosery piece before and hope I got the rules right.
I look forward to reading your Prosery piece, Suzanne.
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Thank you Kim, what a great line. Thank you for introducing me to Field, I note her youth at death – saddened by that. I also note that geese have been in my life for most of it, they seem to be friends 🙂
I’m delighted you like the poem, Paul, and that you have been affected by Field and her death. Geese are special birds.
Well that was a handy prompt…thanks v much..
I’m glad you liked it.
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