A Three Animal Poem
Flannel clouds,
rabbit soft,
unfurl like bolts of fabric
flapping like broken winged gulls
flinging out a sky-full of comfort,
marking the time to open
jars of late summer’s spiced peaches
and stockpile scarves and mittens
but best of all time to
find a winter coat.
Whether hand-me-down, store-bought,
or home-made it is new to you
with it’s big bright shinny buttons,
six in a row, brave guards
against the cold bear of winter.
Carol Carlisle © 10/2/13
Margo Rody in Tuesday Tryouts asked us to write something about flannel. Check out her post for many different meanings of flannel. I started with a picture of clouds over SF Bay and was soon deep in memories of childhood growing up where there was real winter. Where does flannel take you?
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Carol, this is lovely. I am so glad this oddball prompt appeared to me!
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I would imagine many of us have powerful sense memories of this ordinary cloth. Thanks for awakening mine. I almost went with sewing a pink flannel nighty, now that would have been odd 😉
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“Flannel clouds”
Oh, my, YES. How perfect!
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Almost stopped there to make a haiku,may still do that. Thanks WG
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flannel nightgowns…love them!
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Carol this is beautiful.. I had to use the dictionary to translate it ….and thank you for my better morning 🙂
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Sylvia it means so very much to me that you took the time to read my poem with a dictionary. Glad you are working on your English and glad I can be of help 🙂
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Lovely imagery – flannel clouds unfurling like bolts of fabric . . . great stuff!
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