A tradition I have participated in for many years, in the month of my birth; a month for fools, for rebirth, for rains that bring back fertility to the fields. But, with an underlying dark side, of war, sickness, pain and death. This year April returns, and she demands her ransom.
April 3, 2020
The Cruellest Month 2020
I borrowed the words satirically
Bemoaning how difficult to bear verse
On a daily basis.
Sweating over a blank page
Or drawing magnetic words at random
Shaping metaphor from air.
Now comes the April of nightmares
In the traditions of Aprils long past
springs of unrelenting pestilence,
laying waste to populations,
grown comfortable and ignorant
of it’s eventual return
the demand for tribute
in observance of
the forgotten rites of spring.- ©2020 Noreen Braman