So, I wrote my last post in response to the dVerse prosery prompt, which was to write up to 144 words of prose including the line “I am bombarded yet I stand”. Then I thought I’d better actually read the poem by Adrienne Rich, “Planetarium”, that the line comes from. And I wrote this as my proseyness instead:
XXXXXXI have a confession:
I don’t like astronomy. I find it really boring.
Go on, gasp in horror. Judge me soulless. Continue reading
I question whether I could be kinder. Whether I should be kinder. Whether, once (twice?) rejected, I have the right to simply opt-out now.
I am tempted to say nothing, or to speak only platitudes. That would be so easy, to nod and abide by her mantra of “we’ll see what happens”.
But we’ve seen what has happened. What has happened, on the golden child’s watch. The golden child who only ever tells her what she wants to hear. Until the police and social workers are listening.
Silence might be a kindness in the moment. But his complicity in the fantasy that everything is alright is how we got to here.
So, I make the phone calls, I make the decisions, and I take her complaints and accusations. I am bombarded. Yet I stand. Because, if I am not my mother’s keeper, then who?
Written for the dVerse prosery prompt: no more than 144 words of prose including the line “I am bombarded yet I stand”.