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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Write in the MYSTERY genre (04/05/07)

TITLE: Page Five-sixty-four
By Henry Clemmons
04/07/07


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Sara’s searing blue eyes, missing
A wooden chair at table’s end, empty
Silverware, soup bowl, silence, “She’s late
Mother drapes a shawl over slumped shoulders
Steps beyond ripped screen door, into the darkness.

Semi-lit by streetlamps glow
Lying on a cracked sidewalk
Sara’s Bible pages flutter in cool autumn breezes
Smeared red drops stain scripture
On page Five-sixty-four

Shivering shadows dance
On the secluded walkway
Shuffling footfalls approach, not heavy, stop
A puzzled grunt, a sigh, a deep breath
Shaking hands leaf through the abandoned leather-bound book.

A whimper, a gasp, a hushed cry
“My God.”
“It can’t be.”
Large dogs howl in the distance
Nearby bushes rustle.

A butane flame flickers from trembling fingers
Blood soaked words illumed
On page Five-sixty-four
Quivering lips read slowly, softly
“O my strength, come quickly to help me”.

Sara, sweet, Sara
Why are you bleeding?
Reading Psalms?
Fleeing from soul’s surrender?
Sara, my sweet, where have you gone?


Whispering winds sing
Through a steeple’s silhouetted cross
Weeping willows sway and swish
A slight sliver of light spills
From the front of a chapel across the street.

In sanctuary‘s womb, mother spies Sara
Praying at the altar
Tears of blood pool at her knees
Sobs, cries, weeping, sorrowful moans
“Help me, Lord, help me.”

“I’m pregnant, seventeen, single
How can I tell her, Lord, how?
I have your Word, but I need you
To feel the embrace of your arms
To ease the sting of sin’s snare.”

Mother reads silently again from page Five-sixty-four
For He has not despised or disdained
The suffering of the afflicted ones
He has not hidden His face
For He has listened to their cries for help
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Joanne Sher 04/12/07
This is absolutely beautiful. Your imagery is lovely. Not sure how well it fits the topic, but this truly blessed me.
Jacquelyn Horne04/12/07
Wonderful prose. Wonderful message. Good job.
Brenda Welc04/12/07
Great writing!
James Clem 04/12/07
Way too much talent for level one. Good writing.
Debbie OConnor04/14/07
Very good! Loved the imagery.
Catrina Bradley 04/14/07
Wow! did you enter in the wrong level? This writing does not sound like a beginner! Heart wrenching and beautiful.
Rita Garcia04/14/07
Mastercrafting all the way! Thanks for the blessing!
Verna Cole Mitchell 04/14/07
A really extraordinary poem--very well written!
Leigh MacKelvey04/15/07
This was a sophisticated and intelligent poem! Wonderful!
Myrna Noyes04/15/07
Excellently written piece with a powerful ending! It had just the right touch of mystery and suspense. I enjoyed your style of writing very much! :)
Sara Harricharan 04/16/07
Beautiful! With the power to make your heart ache for Sara. Nice title too.
Angela M. Baker-Bridge04/19/07
Congratulations on a well desired win. Excellent writing!
Bryan Coomes04/19/07
Congrats on your win as it was well deserved. The last two stanzas brought some serious goosebumps! A very moving piece.
Laury Hubrich 02/21/08
Wow! I'm not a poet but even I can appreciate your talent! Great writing!
Laury