Day Thirteen of the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge. I'm also blogging with students at Linda & Jonathan's Class Blog Tweet at #SOL15Thanks to Tara, Dana, Anna, Betsy, Beth and Stacey for keeping on!
One of my nicest poetry prompters is Laura Shovan, on her way to publishing a middle school verse novel, and celebrating her birthday month each year with a poetic challenge. This year, it was all about sounds, one of the sweetest devices in poetry, if you can manage them. Today Laura is our host for Poetry Friday! She blogs at Author Amok where you can find all the other wonderful Poetry Friday writers. Thanks for hosting, Laura.
I wrote a poem today for one of my grandfathers. Thinking of and writing about him connects me to today, Friday the 13th, this Poetry Friday. My grandfather was superstitious to the degree that I listened carefully to his tales and believed them. Sometimes actions show that I still do. Spilled salt, over the left shoulder. Never walk under a ladder.
In my childhood, I carried the lucky coin he gave me, picked up a penny and put it into my shoe like he told me, and stepped over the thirteenth stair in his house. There is more than one thing I bring along from my childhood, and this superstition is one that I sometimes hide. Do people still count on "lady luck", and still worry about cracked mirrors?
Grandfather Told Me
It’s Friday and that dreadful day
the thirteenth, time to keep away
the bad luck brought. Here’s one they say:
Don’t let the mirror break.
I know the rules, they’re good to keep
hold lucky coins, and rabbits’ feet,
my umbrella’s closed indoors - repeat!
Keep safe for goodness’ sake.
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved
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