The creases of our lives, by Britta Benson

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Here’s my response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. This week, the word is ‘Vernacular’ with a word count of 90. As a linguist, I am of course delighted by the word choice… Yay!

Here’s the link to the prompt post: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/06/11/weekend-writing-prompt-263-vernacular/

The creases of our lives

When it comes to the core,

love, joy, hope,

the creases of our lives,

I don’t want to be flattened

by your finest tailored voice.

Deception, a laundered mockery,

in plump, pompous tongues,

propped up by tight cummerbunds.

My heart won’t bind

with starched, formal attire

and cloth of gold courtesy.

I want the threads of your syllables to come home.

Weave your prose

with the comfortable stretch of small words.

You, me,

the ragged fabric of our souls’ vernacular,

straightforward truths,

no pockets to hide in,

no ironing required.

12 thoughts on “The creases of our lives, by Britta Benson

    1. As I get older, I value comfort more and more. Life’s too short for clothing that doesn’t feel good and will never sit quite right. Thanks for reading and commenting, Bill. Much appreciated.

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  1. This is exquisitely written, Britta. The whole thing. So many wonderful lines. I love these in particular:

    “Deception, a laundered mockery,
    in plump, pompous tongues,
    propped up by tight cummerbunds.”

    “I want the threads of your syllables to come home” and everything after this line to the end is just beautiful ❤

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