What to do with this one, NaPoWriMo? "Today’s prompt (optional, as always) asks you to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Doesn’t “S” look sneaky and snakelike? And “W” clearly doesn’t know where it’s going! Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem."
The past couple of days I've spent a few hours out in the yard. Because I was running back and forth to Nelson three or four times a week last year after my mother broke her hip, I didn't do anything in the side yard and it was an overgrown mess. I've been avoiding it like the plague, but then an actual plague arrived on the scene so I figured I might as well get out there. Cannot believe what a difference already. No pictures yet but I did get this one this morning of sunlight hitting the newly-leafed (like yesterday they went BOOM!) aspens.
Little f
The shape of f as it forms her name
is a serpentine stroke
reminiscent of feathers,
an effervescent fan,
a falcon in a swift, determined dive.
Among family she's known as Little f,
the f always lower case thanks to Little.
The name itself arrived when I was five
and made up a song
about a little fat mommy
who chased down a cougar.
(When the animal referred to
was just the animal referred to,
not some hyper-sexed forty-something
looking for a bit of action on a Saturday night.)
Once, one of her kids sent flowers for her birthday,
spent some time with the florist
making sure everything was right.
They arrived with a card that read
LOWER CASE F.
The shape of f as it forms her name
is a serpentine stroke
reminiscent of feathers,
an effervescent fan,
a falcon in a swift, determined dive.
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