AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: Our prompt (optional, as always). Today, the challenge is to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore. My grandfather and mother, in particular, used several phrases I’ve rarely heard any others say, and I also absorbed certain ways of talking living in Charleston, South Carolina that I don’t hear on a daily basis in Washington, DC. Coax your ear and your voice backwards, and write a poem that speaks the language of home, and not the language of adulthood, office, or work. Happy writing! — taken from www.napowrimo.net
"MUM! HE TOOK MY ICE CREAM!" would run along the hall; Then echo down the staircase and pierce through every wall! "I'M TRYING TO MAKE YOUR DINNER!" Mum would then combat; "AND GIT BACK IN THIS KITCHEN, YOU SHOULDNT'VE LEFT WITH THAT!" T'was the typical lazy morning -- sometimes mid-afternoon; Sprawled out on the carpet, watching Saturday cartoons. Then the ear-piercing shrill of a kettle, announced hot water for tea; For Gram, who helped in the kitchen and kept Mum company. "Listen to your Mother," she would re-iterate; "Or you'll explain this to your father, when he gets home late." "Do not hit your sister!" and "Do not paint your brother!" Was heard almost as often as: "Listen to your Mother!"