Poetry Prompt for today is Shelter, and I have been in the shelter of my bed, sick, today. This will be a basic draft to work on later.
Things are looking rough out there.
The wind is kicking up her heels
and you look a little the worse for wear.
Step in to the shelter of this poem for a moment.
Catch your breath, escape the wild things
that have been nipping at your heels.
Sit by the fire and take off your wet shoes.
Have a cup of peppermint tea and a biscuit.
Listen to the rain pounding on the roof
and the wind howling down the chimney.
And listen to while I tell you a story.
There was a brave and golden child.
Oh, you know this one?
How she was lost in the darkest part of the wood?
How she fought her way through briars and brambles?
How she suddenly had the wind kicked out of her,
how the wild things tore her hope to pieces,
how it all blew away in the gale?
But did you hear about the part
where she took shelter with the crone,
where she looked in a mirror
and saw the reflection of her grandmothers,
how all those faces recognized her strength,
her inner fire, her unbroken spirit?
Oh yes, I know you must go back out there,
back to the storm and the wild things.
You have a harrowing run ahead of you,
a perilous journey. Here are provisions:
cakes and tea, a small white stone,
the doll that your grandmothers made for you.
When you have gone, I will whisper your name to the wind,
I will write it on my mirrors. I will sing it in the dark.
Whenever you feel you cannot go on,
return to the room of this poem,
with its cheery hearth and dry blankets.
1. Chickadee’s spring song: Sweeeee–eeet! Sweee-eeeeeeet!
3. Jane Goodall is coming to Lancaster!
4. Saltines and ginger ale
May we walk in Beauty!