It's Still Life

It’s a sort of mid-January middling-damp. It’s drizzly. Dwet. Grey. Dwippy. Like cornflake-sog in a puddle of tepid milk. It’s January when people feel entitled to leave the dwishes and coffee cups on the twable for some other dweeb on a dwet day to clear away. And I’ve been thinking about that word ‘grumpy’ – and came to a conclusion that it should be worn like a raincoat. Not worn always. Just sometimes. When appropriate. Definitely January attire.

January is
a big hump and a pimple,
and squeaks of damp sick

Written for GoDogGo Cafe: Wednesday Haibun “January” Image The Wind Blows by Hugo Simberg, 1897 Finnish National Gallery ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter. People who know me, know I’m not fond of winter. It makes my bones ache.