Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Prose Poetry – “Chop, chop. He Chops” #amwriting #flashfiction #lumberjack #prosepoetry


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Loretta Notto

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Chop, Chop. Chop the wood. Repeat. Chop. Chop. Day ends — Supper. Shower. Sleep too deep. Jarring alarm, awake again. Breakfast. Shower. Sore muscles hurt. Heat eases. More coffee. Uniform and axe. Greet the guys. Say hello — going off. All directions on the forest grid. Each with a partner. Nick is with me. A cadence of chops. Echoes. Chop. Chop. Chop the wood. Split it. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. The trees are felled. Grinding buzzing. Giant chain saw. Felling trees. Cutting logs. Then we chop. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. Lunch. Hungry. Seconds. Chop. Home. Shower. Supper. Eat. Sore muscles. Sleep and dream. Standing there. In her T-shirt. Sweet lips. Short shorts. Gentle laughter. Stroke of hand. Touch. So real. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. Dreaming. She’s gone. Three hours. Then, chop, chop. Chop the wood. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

16 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Prose Poetry – “Chop, chop. He Chops” #amwriting #flashfiction #lumberjack #prosepoetry

  1. Priceless Joy May 6, 2017 / 7:16 am

    Great story Mandi! Their days and nights have become mechanical – doing the same thing every day with dreams giving them a reprieve.

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    • mandibelle16 May 6, 2017 / 8:49 pm

      Yes exactly. Repetition, boring, but it helps him forget, or almost . . . Thanks PJ 🙂

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  2. rosemawrites May 6, 2017 / 8:55 am

    wow. the simplicity of how you let the story unfold is both entertaining and a delight to read. and i can sense a feeling of getting tired in between.

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    • mandibelle16 May 6, 2017 / 8:50 pm

      You are right, it would be gruelling work. But repetition, boredom, and probably always feeling exhausted helps him to forget this girl or until he dreams of her that is 🙂 Thanks Rosema! 💕

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  3. michael1148humphris May 6, 2017 / 9:50 am

    This reminded me of the land army forestry girls, and night time dreams. Interesting.

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    • mandibelle16 May 6, 2017 / 8:56 pm

      Thanks so much Ian. That’s what I was going for repetition and a boring job makes a guy forget, until pesky dreams show up of this girl.

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  4. Lynn Love May 7, 2017 / 10:20 am

    A sad life he’s carved for himself, there. Nothing but exhausting work and his dreams to collapse into at the end of a hard day. I imagine him somewhere remote too, a huge forest, an encampment of all men, just there to work and drink and escape whatever it is they’re running away from. The chopping up of the sentences reflected the content too – really good story.

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