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| Happy Autumn |
It’s a pleasure to be your host for Poetry Friday this week. I’m always so excited to see what poetic gifts each of you offers. Please add your links in the Inlinkz at the bottom of the post.
You may know that I volunteer at an all-volunteer-run used bookstore, and I have recently stepped down as the volunteer coordinator, but I'm still in charge of donations. We review them each Thursday, reject some, and shelve the others. We are grateful that they keep coming in, in large numbers, every week.
Recently, an older set of nearly all the novels by Charles Dickens was donated. As I placed them in our classics section, I began to wonder if I could use the titles for a poem? This frustrating and actually frightening time in our country has taken up much of my time, and I am working to help the organizations that are fighting back, who are not accepting the changes being enacted. Thus, Dickens and my, perhaps nutty, imagination!
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| What I brought home! |
What The Dickens?
If I could use The Pickwick Papers, being picky,
I would write that these are Hard Times,
though I continue to hold Great Expectations
in spite of our recent world feeling like a Bleak House.
This involves more than A Tale of Two Cities,
and it is not any of Dickens' Christmas Stories!
Each morning I rise to face news of people
appearing to live in the halcyon? days of Martin Chuzzlewit,
some, or none claiming that man is Our Mutual Friend.
He’s only The Haunted Man, filling us with something
never To Be Read at Dusk, Time to check out
The Mystery of Edwin Drood. You'll understand.
Linda Baie ©
If you're wondering, these are Dickens' books I didn't use: The Chimes, The Cricket on the Hearth, The Old Curiosity Shop, Oliver Twist, Barnaby Rudge, Dombey and Son, David Copperfield, and Little Dorritt.
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