Poetry Monday - that's today! Diane - who has taken over the hosting of this challenge - and Mimi of
Messymimi's Meanderings - who supplies us with many of the topics - are also writing wonderful, funny,
thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and
read them!
Karen of
Baking in a Tornado
has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month!
SpikesBestMate
often publishes a nice verse in the comments.
Jenny at
Procrastinating Donkey
who has been a faithful participant, is slowly returning to blogging
after her husband's passing from
this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and
lots of
prayers her way, now that her mum's health is in need of a prayer too.
But still we dare hope that she will join Poetry Monday again.
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The theme for today is: Sneak Some Zucchini Onto Your Neighbour's Porch Night. Poeming happened in my head in the early hours of the morning, unfortunately in Danish. A half-rhymed translation is given, sorry.
Når nattens mørke falder
i lillebyen X,
da ser man lyssky herrer
bag hver en havehæk.
Når nabo A har høstet
sin høst af dagens squash
han sniger sig med byttet
til nabo Bs altan.
Mens nabo B i ly af natten,
snigende og tyst som katten
lægger sin last hos nabo C.
Og C han lister stille
i mørkt og gråligt tøj
med squash til nabo A
der bor på samme vej.
Når nattemørket viger
og dagen bryder frem,
de vågner alle glade
hver i sit eget hjem
Men glæden varer ikke længe
når de står ud af deres senge,
de møder nattens værk.
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With the descending darkness
in the small town of X,
you see shadowy figures
behind most every hedge.
When neighbour A has harvested
his harvest of day's squash
he sneaks in with the loot
to neighbour B's porch.
While neighbour B under the cover of night,
stealthy and quiet as a cat
drops his cargo at neighbour C's.
And C is quietly sneaking
in dark, lacklustre clothes
with squash for neighbour A
who lives on the same road.
When the darkness gives way
to early break of day,
they wake up free and happy
each in their little home
Alas the joy is short-lived, and turning into fright
as they rise from their beds to meet
the labours of the night.
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Next Mondays topic: Lemon Meringue Pie Day.
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So funny, you and I basically wrote the same poem, just with different words.
SvarSletYes indeed - great minds and all that :)
SletSmiling. And yes those pre dawn raids took place here too. I remember it as part of my childhood. A part that has largely disappeared now. Sad face.
SvarSletZucchini is a comparatively new thing to grow here, I had never heard of these dawn raids before ;)
SletHeeheehee! If everyone grows a garden, it doesn't work.
SvarSletAround here, though, the food bank (to give food to the needy) loves to get all the excess produce, they give it out and it is very much enjoyed.
Food banks do - due to legislation - only accept foods from commercial business here. Sad.
Slet