My Song of Spring Beyond all Sadness – Day 25

GloPoWriMo 2019

Day 25: Prompt to write a poem on a season and which mine is a very different way of remembering a particular season.

 

My Song of Spring Beyond all Sadness

 

I read Keats, his poem To Autumn.

How many years ago now

I wrote an essay to spring

using that first line.  Where,

did that come from? I have

no recollection of having

read the poem myself, or

of anyone reading it to me.

But begin the essay that way

I did!

 

I’ll put it down to an earlier life.

You can argue if you like.

 

My English teacher never raised

the subject of the poem but

I do recall his excitement at the essay.

I was what is called, a ‘mature’

student, coming back to classes.

 

Came time to sit the exam

I started; but then I walked out;

that being the anniversary of his birthday –

our little son we’d lost.

 

His hair never soft-lifted

by a winnowing wind.

And then Keats goes on

Where are the songs of spring?

 

My song of spring

was to my infant child;

his sweet smell, the few hours

I held him, his weak cry.

My lips pressed softly to his fontanel.

He was my spring song —

and gone. I want to scream

a tiny wisp of hair never soft-lifted

by a winnowing wind

memories of five senses

and the exam I could not sit.

 

Benita H. Kape © 26.4.2019

 

Day 25: Prompt to write a poem on a season and which mine is a very different way of remembering a particular season.

  • Is specific to a season
  • Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
  • Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)
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