I read your blog that Sunday morning, hung over and resentful about the calls of duty to my family. Naturally, I misread your writing prompt, and produced this:
On being asked to write about Spring
I was asked to write about Spring
While the leaden sky tenses to rain
And the breakfast needs washing up
I want to refuse
To object
To complain about the government
And go back to bed
Before confronting the stale wine of last night
Again
But sneaking a look at the garden
Where
The little birds fight over the fat balls
Weeds resume their flowerbed squat
A stray daffodil stands absurdly happy
The mint shrugs off last year’s attempt to constrain it
And the hard clipped roses start to sneak their hopeful buds out
I read your blog that Sunday morning, hung over and resentful about the calls of duty to my family. Naturally, I misread your writing prompt, and produced this:
On being asked to write about Spring
I was asked to write about Spring
While the leaden sky tenses to rain
And the breakfast needs washing up
I want to refuse
To object
To complain about the government
And go back to bed
Before confronting the stale wine of last night
Again
But sneaking a look at the garden
Where
The little birds fight over the fat balls
Weeds resume their flowerbed squat
A stray daffodil stands absurdly happy
The mint shrugs off last year’s attempt to constrain it
And the hard clipped roses start to sneak their hopeful buds out
I relent
Though the washing up still needs doing
I saw the subject and thought you must be in my brains. Thanks for sharing xx