the accident

Linking to De’s prompt at dVerse on enjambment

(Enjambment occurs when a phrase carries over a line-break without a major pause)

If i remember right,

his grandfather told

story of when

they were filling

barn loft with

hay crop of

rectangular bales in

clutches of six, hung

from clawed

bale hook swung

from hay wagon up, up, up

in-to

loft’s massive open

door,

slide creeeaking toward back of

loft and released with a

jerkkk

when close to position of men stacking

bales (by hand) inside barn.

Metal framed hooks hung from

pulley on cable while entire

mechanism was

operated by horse power;  this day’s

chosen

 beast of burden was

neighbor’s loyal work horse, well-trained to

obey master’s voice commands.

They had un-loaded

a few clutches of hay bales when some-

thing terrible,  when some-

thing went terribly

wrong…

The horse, wearing blinders,

un-expectedly sidestepped, shying

in fear from un-certain threat, whether

dog barked,  kitten scampered, or

barn swallow

swooped,

that horse jumped off path, over low curb of wide

shallow well, covered by light lumber;

the now terrified animal’s weight

broke through

boards…

men watched helplessly as it

f

e

l

l

down  into

the  w

e

l

l

and drowned.

21 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. janicead
    Nov 24, 2015 @ 18:42:02

    A very dangerous job, farming. Wells had to be cleaned in the area where my dad lived. His father and uncle were cleaning the well and were overcome by the gases that would form at the bottom. The were found and pulled to safety. Both had lung problem and lives were shortened.

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  2. M
    Nov 10, 2015 @ 01:43:38

    gripping visual, Lynn, and a powerful pen ~

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  3. Constance Ann Morrison
    Nov 07, 2015 @ 13:24:26

    well done!

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  4. whimsygizmo
    Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:36:53

    Awwwww. What a tragic story. You’ve used enjambment so effectively here, as well as shape. So well done, lynn.

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  5. Grace
    Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:23:01

    What a story and tragic ending Lynn ~ The format is nicely down too with the falling down in the well and drowning ~

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  6. Linda Kruschke
    Nov 06, 2015 @ 17:54:27

    I hit the like button, but only because I liked the way you told the story. However, the story itself I dislike, very much. So sad. Poor horse. You did manage to fit the prompt quite well. Peace, Linda

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  7. Nurse Kelly
    Nov 06, 2015 @ 17:17:39

    I loved this, Lynn – both in your prose and presentation! 🙂

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  8. katiemiafrederick
    Nov 06, 2015 @ 16:31:08

    Horse paths
    never deviate
    falls result
    from never
    changing..
    a lesson
    to human
    avoid sidewalks
    at all costs.. be free..
    here at endX3 with Lynn..:)

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    • lynn__
      Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:05:03

      As a kid, I avoided the cracks in sidewalks 😉 but this poor horse would have been okay if he kept on steady path!

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      • katiemiafrederick
        Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:12:26

        Smiles.. or learned what is already provided for horse sense instead of human sense.. As in all stuff human or horse.. use it or lose it applies.. Winks.. I am as sure footed as a horned ram on a mountain.. Simply cause I never leave boot camp with God’s inner instruction.. But yes I understand the invention of sidewalks as well.. And it took me a while to walk on green valleys and mountains of God.. Free.. As wild horses fed by God Allone..:)

      • lynn__
        Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:17:06

        If the truth has set you free, you will be free indeed!

      • katiemiafrederick
        Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:21:12

        Amen..:)!

  9. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Nov 06, 2015 @ 16:23:39

    I cannot hit like on this.. But you really nailed the mood of the working with the enjambment. The accident reminds me of Out out by Robert Frost.

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