Below brisk grey skies, the landscape folded
in on itself, exhausted from the iron rod
of a long dark winter. One April morning,
I awoke to the whisper and whistle of spring:
tentative promises opened in snowdrops
bowing and pearled with dewdrops,
fanfared in sunshine and a blaze of blossom,
intent on sparkling and banishing the gloom.
Kim M. Russell, 8th April 2020
Sanaa welcomes us to another round of Weekly Scribblings and pathetic fallacy, a kind of personification that gives human emotions to inanimate objects of nature, particularly weather, and gives us examples from Rilke, Keats, Shakespeare and Wordsworth.
Our challenge is to use the pathetic fallacy in poetry and prose, addressing what’s stirring inside us and remembering to attach the natural phenomenon to the feeling, the tone, or mood of the character, speaker or setting.