The Unforeseen (Essay)
“Dave Freeman, you are found guilty of fraud and embezzlement. You will be held in the county jail and shipped off Monday morning,” announced Judge Wray.
It was scorching midday Wednesday when Megan Blake and her husband Jeff Blake were sitting on the porch. They were watching their six year old son, Rhydian, attempt to ride his tricycle in the driveway.
“Mommy?” Rhydian asked.
“Yes honey?” she replied.
“Can I please have some water?” he asked softly.
“Yes dear. I’ll go and fetch you a glass from inside,” she said. She started to retrieve the water from inside the house, but once she walked past her husband he reached for her arm.
“You need any help with that?” he inquired with a wink. She smiled.
“Yes Jeff I need help getting water for my son,” she said walking through the front door laughing. He turned to look at his son. He smiled, licked his lips, and explained he’d return in a short moment. He walked into the kitchen to seek his wife. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She turned around slowly and she looked him in his eyes. She planted a soft kiss upon his warm moist lips. Then she pulled away biting her bottom lip.
“You’re such a tease,” he said chuckling.
“I know, but you like it. That’s probably one of the reasons why you wanted to marry me. Plus I love the chase.” she replied.
“Well my legs cramping,” he said laughing.
“Ha-ha very funny Jeff.” She reached for a glass from the cabinet. Next she got the water jug from the refrigerator and set it on the countertop.
“D-aaa-dddddddd-yyyy,” Rhydian screamed. Megan dropped the glass and water jug she was holding. It shattered on the floor.
“Daddy! Help me daddy!” Jeff ran as fast as he could outside breaking the screen door. He saw a man running off with his son. The man shoved Rhydian in the passenger side of a dark blue van. He hopped in the van and sped off. Jeff was behind the van running as fast as he could. The man slammed on brakes and Jeff slammed head first into the rear crushing his skull.
“Daddy!” Rhydian yelled while banging on the window. The van sped up again leaving Jeff on the ground in pain. Jeff rolled over with blood pouring out of his nose and mouth.
“I’m so sorry Rhydian,” he said in a low whisper. Then he took his last breath.
Megan Blake came running out of the house. She saw her husband lying in the middle of the street.
“Someone call 9-1-1!” she screamed running towards him. She kneeled over his body.
“Jeff! Jeff! Jeff baby wake up! I need you! You can’t leave me!” she said.
Paramedics arrived eleven minutes after this happened. On the scene paramedics announced Jeff Blake dead. Megan Blake cried uncontrollably.
“Where’s my son?” she asked.
“We haven’t been able to locate him,” the officer said. She sunk to the ground with suicidal thoughts running through her mind. “I’m all alone.” She cried a little bit more then the officer helped her to her home.
“We will contact you as soon as we find anything out,” the officer said.
“Please do,” she said weeping. A day went by and she didn’t eat, drink, or leave her room. All she did was cry and sleep, all day.
The phone suddenly rang.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Yes this is Detective Randall. I was calling to inform that there’s a John Doe matching the description of your son. We’d like you to come down to the station and view the body.” The phone hung up.
Hours later Megan Blake was about to view the body of an unidentified young child. She took a deep breath and the coroner revealed the body. She began to cry. His face was mutilated. He had one eye and only one finger was left on each of his hands.
“Yes that’s my son,” she said.
“Okay ma’am,” the coroner replied.
Megan walked out of the room and the detective met her in the hall.
“Are you okay?” Detective Randall asked.
“My husband is dead, my son was tortured and mutilated now he’s dead, and my screen door is broke! Do I look okay to you?” she asked angrily.
“I’m sorry, I was just trying to comfort you. The trial is tomorrow if you’d like to attend. It starts at 9:00 a.m. and it’s in courtroom seven,” Detective Randall said. She nodded and walked away. She went home and she drank herself to sleep.
She arrived at the courthouse with a hangover and she couldn’t recall which courtroom the detective had said the trial was in. She knew either it was seven or eleven. She walked into courtroom eleven already knowing jail wasn’t enough for what this man did to her son.
“You will be held in the county jail and shipped off Monday morning,” Judge Wray finished saying.
“You pathetic waste of life,” Megan Blake yelled.
“Excuse me?” Judge Wray asked.
“Not you moron, you’re defendant,” she said.
“What the hell?” Dave Freeman said.
“You heard me. It was loud and clear. You are a pathetic waste of life and you don’t deserve to live for what you’ve done. You deserve much more,” she exclaimed very hostile.
“Much more? You are psychotic! I don’t even know why you’re here!” he said. Megan pulls a gun from her purse and shoots him in the chest.
“That’s why I’m here!”
He falls to his knees and asked if they’d tell his family he’s sorry and he loves them very much. Then he closes his eyes and takes his last breath. Megan Blake is shot in the back. She takes her last breath and grins.
Meanwhile in courtroom seven defendant Steward Mullen is sentenced to life without parole for the murders of Jeff and Rhydian Blake.
Poetry Thoughts (Reviews)
“The Pomegranate” -Eavan Boland
Ireland was a country where a woman’s role was in the home, and as a young writer Eavan Boland faced many issues as a poet. In an interview on the website A Smartish Pace she says, “I began to write in an Ireland where the word “woman” and the word “poet” seemed to be in some sort of magnetic opposition to each other.” Instead of taking offense to the way she was addressed, she empowered it, and the accounts of her life were where her poems derived. Inspired by her own experience, she became a professor at Stanford University where her work focuses on the role of women in Irish history.
The Pomegranate is a poem about the relationship between a mother and her daughter. The title “Pomegranate” has an underlying meaning as used in Greek mythology. A pomegranate symbolizes life, death, and curiosity. It played a role in the Greek legend of Hades and Persephone’s marriage. Hades kidnapped Persephone and took her to the underworld to be his wife and tricked her into eating six pomegranate seeds. It was a rule that anyone who ate food or drink in the underworld had to spend eternity there, but instead she spent half the year in the underworld and the other half in her world. The mother in the poem, Ceres, reflects on her own life and all of the hardships and heart ache she went through. She is debating whether or not she should save her daughter, Persephone, from the harsh truths of reality or let her experience it herself. She comes to realization that her daughter needs to experience life on her own.
“If” by Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling was a man who loved to be around children. He had three of his own and he used them as inspiration in his writing. Early in his career he wrote children’s books that were painted rich and vivid. The tragic death of his eldest daughter, Josephine, changed the path of his career. He continued writing but he never wrote another childrens book again.
If is a poem about a father giving advice to his son. His advice is suppose to aid his son into manhood. He gives him the do’s and don’ts and basically says if you do this and don’t do that you will become a man. Two important themes in If are masculinity and loss/defeat. This poem is advice from a father to a son about becoming a man. There are no female characters in the poem. Each point the speaker makes is a point you have to overcome to reach manhood. If you don’t overcome these obstacles then ultimately you won’t become a man and you will lose. Straightforwardness is also an important aspect of the poem. It’s a guide on how to accomplish a goal. It’s direct and straight to the point. If was a poem inspired by the Jameson raid. An attempt to colonize South Africa. An attempt of a group of men to control another. In comparison to If that talks about treating others the way you want yourself to be treated.
“The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Growing up Alfred Lord Tennyson had a consistent miss of happiness. His family’s heritage consisted of a strain of epilepsy, addictions, and mental breakdowns. He experienced mental breakdowns and believed he inherited epilepsy from his father so he called off his engagement to Emily Sellwood. Although most of his life was full of misfortune, he found a love in poetry. His reign of unhappiness was over when Queen Victoria selected him as England’s new poet laureate.
The Charge of the Light Brigade is a poem about 600 soldiers who are half a league away from finding the Russian firearms. The Brigades commander leads them straight into the crossfires of the Russian army. The soldiers continue charging forward even after they realize their commander had made a mistake. They charged into the valley of death knowing they were going to die. They began the charge with 600 soldiers. They stayed loyal to their leader, but majority of them were killed because of the mistake. The authors provides imagery by calling the battlefield the valley of death. Tennyson also provides personification in the poem by using phrases such as “jaws of death” and “mouth of hell” which also displays imagery. An important aspect of the poem is courage and obligation. As a soldier you are expected to follow orders. They knew they were going to die and instead of abandoning their duties they fought to the end with an honorable death.
“Sonnet 29” by Shakespeare
Shakespeare is known for his bizarre and melancholy tone. Various events in his life were unfortunate like the deaths of his siblings and the death of his son, Hamnet, at age 11. He was a very dedicated poet spending most of his time in London working away from his family. Rumors say it was because of a strained marriage but we really don’t know. What we do know comes from his work which is full of comedies and tragedies.
Sonnet 29 is a poem about a person who is unhappy with their life. They believe the heavens can’t hear their prayers and that they’re alone. The speaker feels like an outcast and wishes they were like someone with good looks, who was happy, and had friends because they had no social life. The speaker is reflecting on themselves when suddenly they remember someone special and it changes their mood. Their mood change is compared to a lark rising. They no longer want to be someone else and they’re satisfied with their life. In this poem the lark represents happiness. An important theme in Sonnet 29 is misplacement of emotion. Instead of dwelling on the bad things in life focus on the good. Throughout the poem the speaker spoke of being unhappy and wanting to be someone else, but once they focused on the good they realized that the person they are, was just as good and fortunate as anyone else.