In swirling snow – W3 Prompt

freyathewriter

You disappear, in swirling snow
I whisper ‘Daddy, please don’t go’
You nod and wave to say goodbye
You turn away, I wonder why
Watching from a misty window

I turn away, I mutter ‘No’
This world scares me, I want to go
Shy and frightened, I start to cry
you disappear

Hiding tears, I hang my head low
I want you here to say ‘I know’
Your gentle hand, a light, soft sigh
Be with me now, you have to try
I’ve come this far, don’t let me go
You disappear

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Through taking part in Open Link Night, I discovered a new-to-me poetry prompt – W3. Organised by David over at The Skeptic’s Kaddish, each week a different poet is Poet of the Week, who’s poem each participant reads before submitting their poem in response to the prompt. The poems are then read by the Poet of the Week who selects the next week’s Poet of the Week.

W3 Prompt #82: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Sarah, prompted us to write a rondeau inspired by a childhood memory. I have never written a rondeau before so this was challenging and fun. It has a unique stanza and rhyme pattern that means you do need to dig around in your brain to find the right words, all while remaining true to your chosen theme.

My childhood memory is more reminiscent of a running theme – an intermittent father. This theme runs behind a lot of my work, sometimes overtly, most often not.

I hope you enjoy reading it – do hop on over to the link above on The Skeptic’s Kaddish blog to read more of the wonderful poems. You could even take part yourself!

21 thoughts on “In swirling snow – W3 Prompt”

  2. I like your poem. All of our childhood memories are not sweet and honey. But who dares to write about that?
    I don’t participate in all the W3 challenges. Most are only for the pros. 😦
    Looking back at my categories, I found I had written 5 Rondeau poems in past years. I am working on a new one now. Keep writing while the momentum moves me. 🙂

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  4. This world scares me, I want to go
    Shy and frightened, I start to cry

    Awww, this is so sad, Freya… I really feel touched by this piece. Just… so moving.

    The poems are then read by David who selects the next week’s Poet of the Week.

    Actually, this is not correct – it’s the weekly “Poet of the Week” who selects the next “Poet of the Week” – I have absolutely nothing at all to do with the selection process!

    Much love,
    David

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