Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #66: All About April
(posted by Rosemary)
"I invite you to be inspired by any or all of these: a line or phrase, an idea, a mood, a whole poem … I’ve given you a variety to choose from.
And there's the song, sad yet achingly beautiful, which you may also (or instead) use as inspiration.
You may take issue with something said, if you like.
Or if you’d rather, ignore them all and scribble for us your own story about April."
April is an addlepated elder. Cannot
make a decision and stick to it. Daffodils
open, then hang their heads from gusty
winds more like November. Sometimes a river
runs down the street, garbage cans take off
for parts unknown, and night is chilly. Then,
tiny puddles top budding tulips, weeping
cherries, and the sun glints rainbows.
Do not rely on weather reports from
as near as one hour ago. Look out, step
out, and decide for yourself if it's
light jacket, thin sweater or shorts.
What can you do? April is an addlepated elder.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Certainly sounds a bit chaotic. Are you sure it’s not a mercurial teen?
That could easily apply.
I love that word, addlepated! I never see or hear it used anymore, and it’s perfect to describe April.
Thanks, Lisa. It’s a favorite word of mine.
Sara, your “elder” has a very poor self impression. I knew the word “addlebrain(ed)” but I don’t remember “addlepated”, I wonder if you have known it for long??
I have, but cannot remember where I first heard it.