AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: Our prompt (optional, as always). In his poem, “The Waste Land,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruelest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why. Perhaps it’s September, because kids have to go back to school. Or January, because the holidays are over and now you’re up to your neck in snow. Or maybe it’s a month most people wouldn’t think of (like April), but which you think of because of something that’s happened in your life. Happy (or, if not happy, not-too-cruel) writing! – taken from www.napowrimo.net
March is a bitch month, I tell you!
Believe me not, if you will;
But April is being held hostage,
As Winter is with us still!
My Missus is crying to garden
Our children are wanting to bike;
And I want to go to the Rockies*
To climb, rappel and tohike!
Prisoners, we are, to this monster
And it’s mid-month joke called “Spring;”
That is Someone’s cruel ‘magination
’cause I’ve never seen the thing!
*Rockies: Rocky Mountains