Monday, July 27, 2020

DRUGGIST OF THE HOLLER

Quadrille Monday and the word
is BRAMBLES.  Here’s a flash
fiction poem.
Submitted to dVerse
July 27, 2020
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Granny lived on Blackberry Hill
She was the druggist of the holler*
She sold her herbal remedies 
A bottle for a dollar
Mountain folk didn’t mind
They were used to mountain rambles     
But what they minded most of all
Was getting through the brambles. 


* "holler" is Appalachian for a mountain
hollow, a valley of sorts between mountains.

17 comments:

  1. What a wonderful little 44 word story.

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  2. This is beautifully worded, Bev!💝💝

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  3. You need a machete to get through them in places, I would imagine. Nice slice of life story, Beverly.

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  4. Woods is woods
    and brambles is brambles

    never the twain shall part, eh?

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  5. I enjoyed the story poem. They were used to mountain rambles.

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  6. This is such an enjoyable and engaging poem. I love it.

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  7. I love your mountain ramble of a tale about grandma the medicine woman who as we used to say, "Lived in the sticks!!"

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  8. Ha.. You have the vernacular down. Sounds like my mother's family a generation before her!

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  9. I love this, Bev! An old-time story with brambles. I imagine Granny as a with witch-like and full of natural wisdom. I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme.

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  10. I love this story and can picture all of the people who read it finding someway to relate

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  11. But what they minded most of all
    Was getting through the brambles

    If they want it they would have to go through all the thorny bushes in the way. The rhyming is great Bev!

    Hank

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  12. A charming tale...set in a breathtaking scene.

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  13. I love how you detailed this poem, Beverly. Beautifully charming.

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