Prompt Day 15: write a monologue – please note this is the Southern Hemisphere and April for us is Autumn
Ode to Frosty Mornings
O frost, must you come knocking on my door
so early in the year. I have memories of you,
every year, time and again; walking barefoot
to school. When from the hedge (a prickly
hedge) the plaintive cry of a kitten. She was
too young to have known any days of a warm
summer, but warmth for a kitten is always
what she seeks.
‘Why kitten,’ I called, ‘has your mother not
come back for you? Has she been struck by
a vehicle as she crossed the road taking
another of her infants to safety? I can’t go
looking for her when your cries ring in my
So I jump the ditch slipping back more than once
but I reach in – and there you are. Remember how
I made you safe, then: and only then, continued
on my way to school arriving oh so late. Kitten
be thankful you are not a human child who in
such times and circumstances having an explanation
as did not satisfy this hard spinster teacher. Sometimes,
I had been her pet; but not today. O frost, I hope you
are listening. I blamed you. I thought our teacher was so very
crotchety that morning because of you and your early chill.
I remember too that I’d had no warm coat and how when
sitting in front of the stove I’d rather have had your
sweet kitty-kat fur for warmth.
Teacher spanked my half-curled fingers and then set me down
in front of the school stove to thaw. Such thawing frost
is cruel – double trouble upon that cold day’s spanking.
‘Little kitten, I don’t recall the end of that day or even
if I ever saw you again.’
‘Hey frost, I think it is to you I chasten this story every April.
And you go on proving it makes no difference. But if there
is a kitten in need of rescue I could not continue on my way
without a hard word in your ear, be it spring, summer
or early autumn.
Frost are you listening; my bones ache today?’
Benita Kape 16.4.2019