Jane Montgomery sat on the wicker chair. What a wonderful day she’d had! The beginning of her summer retreat on Nantucket, away from hectic city life, publisher’s demands, her acrimonious divorce settlement. She chose this out-of-the-way cottage deliberately. Walking to the secluded beach this morning, was like salve on her bruised psyche.  

He was sitting on the sand, nuzzling his border collie, staring out at the waves. She tentatively stopped to say hello. Maybe it was the magic of this island, or the romance novels she’d read in her 20s about this place, but they ended up spending the day together. He was here for the summer too.

She picked up her journal, pen in hand, and thoughtfully began writing her first Nantucket entry. The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart, . . . She stopped, sipped her cold chardonnay, smiled, and continued writing.

Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. It’s Prosery Monday – a unique form of writing developed here at dVerse. Writers are given one line from a poem to include in a piece of prose exactly 144 words in length. The line must be used word for word, exactly as given. To be clear, we are not to write a poem. We are to write prose, generally flash fiction.

Today Mish is hosting and gives us the line “The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.” The line is from the poem Winged Words by Valsa George.

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