Falling Into Air


The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational.  He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, Proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. My next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call Falling Into Air.

Falling Into Air

“It is not enough for a man to know how to ride: he must know how to fall.” I have seen this accredited as both an Irish and Mexican proverb. I can’t be certain of the origins, but I plan to use this proverb for my own devices.

Falling Into Air

The accident happened a mile from downtown

Charleston, West Virginia

When the road slipped out from under us

And I found myself falling into air

The Mothman’s red eyes

The one’s I saw in Point Pleasant

Haunted me as I hit the ground

Gasping for breath but alive

I didn’t count on Rooster following me

Landing on top of me in the black coal dust

My humerus snapped

I heard the pop

The sound of a motorcycle engine running

The sound of a siren in the distance

An ambulance came to carry me away

The words of an old Irish proverb echoed in my head

It is not enough for a man to know how to ride;

He must know how to fall.

That must apply to a woman to

Human airbags should always know what to do

When falling into air.

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Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

3 thoughts on “Falling Into Air

  1. You effectively create the scene and the action and the sensation of falling, as you say, into air. Those of us who have fallen this way can relate, and those who haven’t yet (or ever) can learn.

    Personally, I can connect with what you use to make the sense of place–Charleston, Mothman, coal dust–I suppose because I grew up in western Pennsylvania.

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