Climbing the stairway to ... (a prose poem)
The Stairs to the left went up
The stairs to the left went up, to the right it seemed straight down, down as far as eye could see.
They reasoned. Let's you and I go up. Good things seldom
come easy but this looks like the way more traveled.
Heading up, the handholds were plentiful. A few
little mice were underfoot but that bothered them not.
Walking most of the morning took its toll, the hikers were
tiring. A mile or so an hour was their best.
Their path narrowed. And it wasn't straight anymore. But
the last turn for the morning had a surprise.
So beautiful, sumptuous reds and bright yellows
prevailed. Greens and blues surrounded, streaming away from the golden streets.
There was a gate, it looked inviting. There was a hunk
guarding that gate but he looked friendly to the touch.
Touching he did, on their foreheads with his hands and with his
pole. The pole likened to a fishing pole, it had a hook, sharpened at its end.
Which hook quickly caught each by their collars then thrust bodies
directly fronting the gate.
Your names please, they figured he already knew each of
those. You're in my book he said. Nice reports written there.
You are passing the tests, just one more thing. Type
your passwords on my screen, it's the one given you when you signed up with the
righteous.
Fine, fine, all went well. We are glad you chose our
stairs. Welcome to Paradise. Gabe here will show you your lodging and then
show you around a bit.
They didn't know they were due
Old truck must have crashed
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_ _ _Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
I'm linked up with Susie Clevenger at The Imaginary Garden, Bits of Inspiration ~ Stairs (Link)
Notes:
My writing is in Haibun form but it doesn't qualify for being a true Haibun poem. To qualify it should be a three line Haiku, this one is a Senryū. Also the Prose Poem top part generally are not stories. How to tell the difference, here. More on the Haibun, here
The photo at the top is from my 2017 Jim's Hardware calendar, December page. The truck is a 1928 Ford Model A Roadster Pickup. Growing up, our favorite painter drove one like this for his work truck.
The Photo on the bottom is from my 2018 calendar, NAPA Classic Car Calendar, February page. Here is a link to the car's information and specifications (read here for car specs).
I've ordered this car for Heaven,
a 1956 Austin-Healy sports car
Labels: Cars, Haibun, Personal-Challenge-2018, Poem, Senryū, Toads
posted by Jim @ 2/08/2018 06:09:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
That's where i will run into trouble. I definitely wont remember my password. Smiles. I enjoyed this, Jim.
Nice write Jim, luv the intrigue and the surprise twist at the end. Kind of figured it out a bit thought when you introduced "Gabe"
Happy you dropped by my blog
much love...
Oh no.. I am awful with passwords. I didn't know the truck took you to the gate, but I should have suspected it from the photo. Thanks so much for taking part in the prompt!
My passwords would be forgotten if not of having them in the handphone. And this might not be wise but just can't be helped
Hank
This worries me slightly as I am finding it difficult to climb stairs these days but it is easier going down. Not sure whether to take matches with me or a fire extinguisher...as for my memory! Well I had a good laugh Jim.
LOL - wholly unexpected this story/tale/poem! Love the idea :)
I do hope we don't need a password. I might not make it in.
I agree with Sherry... I might pass the tests but would be fried on the password
This is wonderful and witty, Jim. I'm with the others on the likelihood of remembering my password.
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