With and for the hope of your nation

d’Verse prosery

During these darkest days, child, you must allow yourself to talk what you please of future spring; and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow will, in this very way, become reality.

Yes, the Russians invaded your home and murdered your family; they’ve raped and tortured your neighbors; they’ve decimated your city. Yes, much of your country lies in ruins; and there’s no end in sight to war. Yes, you’ve experienced unfathomable horrors most cannot imagine.

Indeed, you may feel, and very reasonably so, that I’ve no right to offer you advice… I, who live in peace and comfort… And, frankly, you’d be right.

But it’s not about me, child. It’s about you; it’s about your vengeance. Will you grant that malevolent, megalomaniacal, murderous monster victory with your despair? Every Ukrainian soldier is fighting with and for the hope of your nation. Surely, you owe them your own?


d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.

The assigned quotation was:

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow.

-from ‘A Daughter Of Eve’ by Christina Georgina Rossetti

43 thoughts on “With and for the hope of your nation”

  1. David, this one is so good! It makes me wonder what you’d do if you turned your talent from poetry to tackling a novel…

  2. David, where every fiber of one’s being might want to cave in to darkness, you’re right, despair will not regain the country nor vanquish the enemy.

  3. There are no words to soften the horrors of this war! The children are collateral damage as bombs fall and guns ring out. You have shared this very well. David!

  4. Oh gosh this is heartbreaking 😦 yes, one cannot even imagine the horrors that are being faced. Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt, David.

  5. I, too, wrote on a similar track. Writing about Ukraine is doing “something”, though it my seem trivial. Words matter. Poets see clearly.

    1. It’s so weird how my life continues as if nothing horrible is happening elsewhere in the world… I live with incredible dissonance, Colleen, but other than writing about it, I do nothing else…

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