2016 Day 4 -Calendar Girls

January gives you the cold shoulder.
Her ice-maiden gaze
Freezes your blood.
February is miserable,
A continual sniffle
Under a grey sky.
Moody March
(One minute all sunshine,
Frosty the next)
Would like some stability.
April never meant to be cruel.
There’s just so much going on
And she’s finding it hard
To hold it all together.
May wants to be a queen,
Acts like a princess,
Brings out all the frogs.
Flaming June
Thinks she’s hot stuff,
But she’s not all that.
July would like
A long cool drink in the garden
But can’t settle:
All those slugs and greenfly.
August is banking on a holiday
To recharge her batteries.
September, ripe as peaches,
Feeds you languidly
In late afternoon sun.
October falls
In red and gold,
Lovely in her transience.
November’s head is full of fog –
Don’t ask her anything
Too complicated,
Especially not mathematics
Or philosophy.
In the darkest days
You may take some comfort
In December’s naked beauty.

Note: The prompt was “In his poem “The Wasteland,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruelest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why.” I didn’t, but this is my take on the topic.



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