Sunday, April 7, 2019

Daffodil Hill


Response to Prompt #50

This prompt had me stumped for a long time.  I feel I've written so much about the few hills that have been important to me: the Metroparks, the hill we rolled down in Grant Park.  Other than that, I was coming up blank.

I finally thought maybe I could pastiche some things together, another found poem of sorts. I could find hill related pieces. The only thing that came to mind was "Fool on a Hill," but I held out hope.

Then Saturday morning an important hill came to mind. I immediately knew I could use my idea to collage together a variety of things. I wanted the story and theme to shine through, the deeper meaning. Hope it works.  (I left out my personal visits to the hill -- wanted this to feel more universal.)


 Daffodil Hill 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd…

The Setting:  The Commons on Kent State University Campus, May 4, 1970

Players:
Student protestors who are rallying,
Angry about Nixon’s intervention in Cambodia,
Ignoring the ban that had been imposed.
Governor Rhodes commanded National Guardsmen, 1000 count.
Students going to class or looking on in curiosity, and one looking for a lost dog.

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We’re finally on our own…

The ROTC building was firebombed the day before
Rhodes said, “We are going to eradicate the problem.”
Young, tired, and tense guardsmen
Students speaking out, ignoring the bell to disperse
The guard moved, forcing the crowd of students up and over the hill
Rocks and cement chunks thrown

A single shot.

No warning.

Three seconds of gunfire from the troops.

“My God! My God! They’re killing us.”

What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground?

Sandy Scheur.
William Schroeder
Allison Krause
Jeffrey Glenn Miller

This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio



INTERLUDE:
Daffodils stand for rebirth, new beginnings, 
luck and future prosperity
Happiness



Setting: Kent State University Campus, April 2019

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

58,175 daffodils, to be exact.
One for every life lost in Vietnam.

The May 4 Memorial stands on 2-1/2 acres of wooded land.

In the spring daffodils cover the hill, the heart of the campus.

Four polished black granite disks reflect our image.
Four freestanding pylons are “mute sentinels to the force of violence.”
The Plaza extends on to the hillside with a jagged abstract border
"Symbolic of disruption and conflict of ideas."

Blacks and grays and the brilliant yellow, the whispering woods

Inquire * Learn * Reflect – a place to be, and remember
Those who fought for peace, and those who just wanted to go to class.

For those of us in that generation, this was the event that eradicated our energy.
Forever ended the 1960’s.

An unjust and unwinnable war, a government’s silence.
It defined everything during that time,
And so much of what came afterward.

In 1970 we were sick of loss and lies.

In 2019, we are still sick of loss and lies.

Yet…at this time of year there are daffodils, reminding us again and again
Rebirth is always possible, new beginnings, happiness

They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.




Sources:

“My God! They’re killing us!” Newsweek’s 1970 Coverage of the Kent State Shootings.

“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth

“Ohio” lyrics by Neil Young

Special Collections and Archives: May 4 Memorial (Kent State University)

Meaning and Symbolism of Daffodils
https://www.teleflora.com/meaning-of-flowers/daffodil


Finding Peace

This story is my response to Prompt #50, What's Over the Hill?  


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They’re just foothills, nothing special,” Cindy spat, her dismissive words purposely hurtful. “I see mountains from my back deck.” 

Of course you do. Everything you do, have, think is better. The constant one-upping was something Lisa had grown accustomed to.

Lisa tried hard to keep her face fixed in a friendly position. She had vowed before her sister arrived not to take her bait. She just needed to make it through the 3-day visit without losing her shit completely. 

Lisa looked out the wall of windows and scanned her view. She had chosen this place in North Carolina specifically for its foothills, gently rolling against the sky, decorated with lush trees as far as the eye could see. She found a sense of peace here, a peace she never felt amongst the jagged mountain peaks in the North Cascades are of Washington. And, truth be told, she wanted to be as far away from her family as she could get without moving out of the country. 

Deep breaths. Just breathe. 

Lisa turned to her sister, a forced smile plastered on her face. 

“The guest room is to the right of the stairs,” Lisa nodded toward the 2nd floor. 

“Am I supposed to take my own bags up there?” Cindy asked with an incredulous gasp. 

Lisa looked over her right shoulder, then her left. “Well, apparently since I gave the bellboy a day off.” 

Dammit. Stop letting her get to you.

“A smartass as always.” Cindy purposely struggled up the stairs, banging her bags against the ledge of each step to add to the drama. 

Lisa took a deep breath and stepped out onto her deck. The rolling hills offered solace, instantly calming her frayed nerves. 

That peace didn’t last long.

“Lisa!” Cindy barked, bringing her out of her meditative state. “What is wrong with you? I’ve been calling your name for 5 minutes!”

“Sorry.” Lisa stopped short—barely—of adding your majesty to the insincere apology. “Do you want a glass of rose? It’s a beautiful evening, and I’m sure you’re ready to relax after the long trip.”

“Is it dry rose or just white zin in disguise?” 

“It’s dry,” Lisa answered. Dry and delicious and expensive and why am I wasting it on you?

“Sure. But please tell me you have something to nibble on too. I’m famished. Can you believe they no longer feed you a proper meal on a flight across the country?” 

“It’s a travesty,” Lisa answered, stifling a smirk. “A real crime.”

Luckily Cindy missed the sarcasm, so she didn’t bother scolding Lisa for being a smartass for a second time since her arrival. 

Lisa already had a cheese, nut, and fruit platter arranged—carefully chosen to complement the wine. She arranged it all on the small table in between two cushioned chaises and poured the perfectly deep pink liquid in the glasses. It reminded her of the blush on a young girl’s cheeks the first time a boy told her he loved her. 

Cindy took a careful sip, sucking in air as she let the wine hit her palate. 

“It’s acceptable.” 

Unlike me. 

“So, do you know why I trekked across the country to visit you here?” Cindy asked, the here said with just enough disgust to be detectable.

“I have no earthly idea,” Lisa answered. “I thought maybe you just wanted to get away from it all and take in some different scenery.” Maybe visit your sister whom you love and adore. 

“Uh, no. If I wanted to get away and see something interesting, this is not the place I would choose. It’s so rustic.” The disgusted tone kicked up a notch. “Plus, not all of us can just walk away from our responsibilities—from our families, from our pain.”

While some of us choose to do just that. God, this wine is good.

Cindy interrupted Lisa’s short thoughts. “I came here because the family is concerned that you’ve become a recluse since Bill passed. It’s not healthy. I mean, the minute he died, you had the house for sale and just took off.”

“Well, in my defense, he was dying for 18 months. I had lots of time to mull it over.” Lisa snapped. Who was this bitch to tell her how to handle losing the love of her life after 32 years?

“You don’t have to get snippy. I’m just trying to help.” Cindy reached out and patted Lisa’s hand.

Lisa opened her mouth to answer, but took a deep breath in and just let out a sigh.

She loved that man more than anything. He had been her rock as she dealt with an overbearing sister, an alcoholic and sickly mother, and a needy father. But, his job was in Washington, and that kept them stuck. Stuck amongst the sharp, rocky mountains. Stuck in a seemingly constant drizzle. Stuck dealing the roller coaster of the self-induced crises of her family members. His death was an escape, as terrible as she knew that sounded. So, kept the words safely tucked away, pretending instead that she needed to be in a different environment for health reasons. 

“This climate is just so much better for me,” Lisa said after a period of silence. “I’m able to move better, and my inflammation is all but gone. And, I’m not a recluse. I have friends. I’m in a book club. I volunteer in the community.” 

“Well, that’s good to hear. It’s also nice you get to escape taking care of Mom and Dad.”

Yes, it certainly is. 

Lisa let her sister drone on with her litany of issues and problems, let her be the martyr. She scanned the landscape, the rolling hills bringing her peace. A gentle ride she was happy to board.