I loved childhood Mondays,
those start-the-week days,
of stories, songs and poetry.
They smelled of pencils, paint and ink,
clean uniforms, faded dinner stink,
disinfectant and freshly waxed floors.
We sat in rows, our desks clear,
blackboard clean, blank slates
waiting for the teacher to write the date.
Kim M. Russell, 4th February 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: What Day is is Anyway?
Sarah is our Poetics host this week and she has treated us to an anecdote and a poem in Yorkshire dialect all about the days of the week, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It reminds of the days when were certain jobs for each day of the week, and even certain foods – I remember it well from living with my grandmother when I was a child!
She has also shared poems by Richard Allen Taylor and Billy Collins.
Sarah would like us to choose a day, think about the features of that day, and then write poems about the ways different days feel to us.