The Wind Day Two
Second day of ferocious wind
February has definitely come
in
like a flying dervish
I am disappointed because
February is my month
And I’m a pacifist
my birthday is February 27
It’ll be here before you know
it
The Writer’s Group met today
on Zoom; it meets at 10 am every first Wednesday of every month. There is a
poem prompt (we can use it or not as we wish) and then we write for 40 minutes.
Last month I tried to write a
metaphor where none existed. I decided after
that disappointing writing experience that you can’t force a metaphor; a
metaphor will either want to be or not! So this time I wrote from one of the
prompts my sad early childhood experience about my mother dying. But then I abruptly diverged and ran off the
page talking about falling, how you shouldn’t fall down because you can hurt
yourself! And that was because the title of the poem reminded me of the children’s
nursery rhyme: “Ring around a rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, all fall
down.” This rhyme was popular when I was a child and we always laughed and fell
down; it was a great game.
Little did I know that this
nursery rhyme came from the great plague of long ago. It describes the visual
manifestation of the plague (rosy) and then falling down dead. A horrible
death, like our current plague. Many died. Fortunately, when I fell down
recently, all I got was a cracked rib: very painful but not deadly.
I think I have to work harder
at writing something cohesive: one subject at a time!