Prose Poem to a Broonie – Day 5 – NaPoWriMo 2022

Prose Poem to a Broonie (Brunaidh)

Before I begin my tale let me tell you that a Brunaidh is a helpful household spirit in Scotch mythology. They lived in the walls etc. of houses and came out at night to perform chores or work on the farm overnight. They were easy to offend. You had to leave a bowl of milk by the fireplace for their services. Often Broonie or Brunaidh pulled pranks on people who didn’t pull their weight or complete their chores.

This might have been my mither’s (mother’s) story to tell. Something not to be writ in prose. (Rabby Burns, where are you when a poet needs you?) Neither of them are coming to my aid so I’ll make it up as I go along; of the night the Broonie arrived for her usual chores of cleaning up and putting away. It was the night after New Year and ringing in her ears were the famous words: –

But if ye wish her gratefu’ pray’r
Gie her a Haggis (Robert Burns)

And our Broonie, fed up with bowls of milk, felt assured she’d find a small plate left just for her. But no, not a smidgen of Haggis remained. The kind-hearted Broonie found more than a few dregs of whisky though, which, one by one she drained. But whisky put her in a foul mood. Any meagre tidying and repair of the reception room the Broonie now undid. She threw things here and there, stomped her muddy boots up and down. Got a pail and flung mud on the walls and ceiling. Och ae, ye ne’er seen such a frantic fuddled mess. Hersel’ as well which was unheard of for a Broonie. And then she sit hersel’ doon on the job: that too unheard of : went to sleep for the rest of her allotted time. She’d have been so pleased with herself as she drifted back into the walls of the Hall. Except, she was trying to come to terms with a god almighty hangover. And next year, when she heard the words To a Haggis being recited in the Hall, she turned over and went back to sleep.

Benita H. Kape (c) 6.4.2022

Prompt Note:

“And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?”


Caption: prose poem edited – postcard 28/29.4.2018

postcard 4.jpg Warming Up

Warming Up To Meet You

 Dear my good friend,

Girls, what were you walking into so generously and bursting with fun? Warming!  A caption flows following a period of war: their giggles framed as a preparation of some importance

You were warming up for families come together again after the war to end all wars. And, this is how, in such circumstances, you begin: a new sense of freedom infectious. A time capsule, unique and tender don’t you think?

With hindsight we feel that sense of sadness which will have been worn on those young shoulders; this capsule of time replaced as the beach belles move on into the fifties where a small revolution would come to hand.

Something they will call the New Look. Though as hemlines got longer (Caption appro: the proper hemline is 2 inches below the cellulite) the swimwear would lift and alter in shape. But let me not get ahead of myself, and the girls. Until then, fashion suffered those uninspiring designs, fabrics like jersey (wool) that would sag and pull out of shape.

Someone somewhere was about to make new inventions. The new decade of nylons and lastex, acetate: fabrics to firm and hold, the employ of boning in swimwear. (Now that wasn’t exactly freedom.) And there were paddings and ruching (still a favourite for the cover up of folds, both flesh and fabric.) For the very bold, bikinis. There were piping and polka dots and removable straps. Princess Lines and panties.

N.B. Dear friend,

And it all comes around again. What fell out of fashion comes back in. Only the caption remains out of date. This is not on my bucket list, nor yours I would think. How can I dissuade my eager daughter from setting up this online outdated fashion business, a mistake as she seeks ‘in’? Could you replicate this card to her minus a paragraph or two? Thank you.

Benita Kape © 28.4.2018


This was Day 28 prompt

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Following the suggestion of our craft resource, we challenge you today to draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard. If you need some inspiration, why not check out some images of vintage postcards? I’m particularly fond of this one.

Happy writing!