for Big Tent Poetry 19.11.10 The prompt is to write a cascade poem, where the three lines of the opening stanza are repeated in order as the last lines of the following three stanzas. The PAD challenge for 17.11 asks us to write a poem based on “Tell me Why…” The two fit well together.
Today is my husband’s 77tth birthday. It is also the day that he had a blood test, fasting, at 10.00 am. So far, the birthday is not going well, as you will see from my cascade poem.
I gave him his beautifully wrapped lambswool pullover, first thing. His response “I’ve got one almost the same colour.” Then silence. He hasn’t, he has a wardrobe full of tatty rags which he refuses to discard. He has a cotton sweatshirt that colour, but nothing warm. By the time we were sitting in the nurse’s waiting room he was snarling at me while buttering up in execrable French the assorted patients as they arrived. During the short ride home there was a thick black cloud hovering around him. Then: breakfast, and the sun came out.
Cascade of sighs
Tell me, why are men bad-tempered
when they’re hungry?
Women fall over themselves to feed them.
No wonder we women are stove slaves
in the cause of peace in the home.
Why are men bad-tempered?
Snap, snarl, spit
goes my man
when he’s hungry
and that is why
it’s in my interest
to fall over myself to feed him.
PS He’s now had breakfast AND lunch, but is still grumpy, so it must be his discontent at being 77. Still, it’s better than the alternative.