Here’s my entry for the day 7 of the (now over) Writing 201 Poetry Course. The prompts are Fingers, Prose Poetry and Assonance.
“Clickety-clack, clickety-clack… was the noise her fingers made,
‘Aid me here girl, leave the typewriter alone now’, her mother yelled.
The girl barely looked up, brows furrowed in concentration as she hurried in getting out all she had to say.
There was a clang, then there was a clank and the little girl froze as she recognized the sign the sounds gave.
The mother came into the room, displeased by the girl’s disobedience, and announced, ‘Soon! Very soon,
you’ll be gone. Off married, leaving me to mourn. Why don’t you listen, why be such a burden?
Why not learn some homemaking skills at all?’ The mother left with a sigh, shaking her head in disappointment.
But the girl secretly smiled, hearing the her mother’s pride in her child even in her admonishment.
And with a final clickety-clack, she got up and left the typewriter… and the ode to her mother she’d written”