Written for David’s Wea’ve Written Weekly.
Ange is our PoW this week and she has
suggested the One Syllable Challenge.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
The day is mild as milk. He says
it’s a good day to clean out the clogged roof drain.
Then …. through the glass pane …. I see him start to slip.
Arms flail in the air. A rung breaks free. He falls!
I scream but hear no sound come from my throat.
He lies so still. Our lives changed on a dime.
One wrong step, one lost grip ….
head drips blood, arm out of joint, hip shattered.
NAR©2026
#W3
Nancy’s Notes: My poem is about the day nine years ago when my husband fell off a ladder, badly shattering his hip. After surgery, he spent four weeks in the hospital’s rehab facility, during which time he quit smoking; that was an unexpected bonus. He has fully recovered, and with the exception of a limp when bad weather makes his hip cranky, he’s fine. He’s very lucky. We both are.
This is “If You Only Knew” by Shinedown
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