Instead, just suggest I write a poem about 'em - and I'm good to go.
Anyway...it's Monday, and that means I've written a poem inspired by one of the lovely illustrations one can find over at Monday's Child. Although this morning's offering by Kate Greenaway concerns the Pied Piper, I interpreted it in another direction. (Figures, right?) The form is a Wordsworth Sestet.
Additionally, it is Day 7 of the Haiku-a-Thon, so SiS/Few Miles suggested haiku-ers write about 'anger,' which I have indeed done. Sort of.
On market day, we visit all the carts
of all the vendors in the market place.
I want an apple; Mum, a piece of lace
and my sisters both want some licorice…
or maybe lemon drops…or candy hearts.
Papa haggles and we each get our wish.
|Image courtesy Charles Wood|
‘e was a pilot;
‘is plane stayed in the ‘anger
when ‘e did not fly.
(Note - in case you might be wondering, I do know that the place one garages a plane is actually spelled 'hangar.' Artistic license and all that jazz...)