So friend and fellow blogger Chatti Natti is doing a poetry challenge based on daily prompts. I’ve been following her daily submissions (love em by the way) and was inspired to tackle one around the same time my little nephew fell asleep so time and intent conspired to give me opportunity. Sadly, that collaboration hasn’t happened again since.
Anyway, here’s my attempt at rising to the NaPoWriMo challenge for day 4 to the prompt “The Cruelest Month”. See details and Chatti Natti’s creation here ————–> (https://chattinatti.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/napowrimo-poetry-challenge-day-4-the-cruelest-month/)
The Cruelest Month
They say no month really differs
But this, I think, is untrue
Some months’ energies shift and shivers
Depraved cruelties some renew.
August, that month of heat
Intense and unrelenting
Awakens the mind of deadened defeat
To depravities never-ending.
Cussin, yelling, they name call
Minds doused in alcohol set to stew
Drunken, emboldened, cowards packed thick as a wall
Hunting victims anew.
With the devil’s vengeance for wrongs perceived or real
Their victims, trapped, beaten, tormented as brute
From highest trees swinging as breezy sail
In August, that cruel harvest for these strangest of southern fruit.