In search of story

March 27.21: Coping


Hope is the thing with feathers,

according to the poet;

this wind-coiffed matted stalwart

is adamant to show it.

Waterlogged, bedraggled,

moroser by the hour,

he watches plashy pond,

indomitable and dour.

But persevering, patient,

resolute in attitude,

it isn’t raining rain, he says,

it’s raining fortitude.

I salute unpretty Hope,

my admiration bestirred:

it may be the thing with feathers,

but it’s surely a tough old bird.


With thanks to Emily Dickinson.

And to the purists I make no apologies for “moroser.”

It’s a poem. Ergo, poetic license.


10 thoughts on “March 27.21: Coping

  1. The muse visited! Yeah. Now, send her my way for a short visit. πŸ™‚ I looked at that bird and thought for a moment that I was looking at my reflection. It seems I get bedraggled, older, and more dour by the day. πŸ™‚ I repotted a lot of seedlings this morning, had a dark chocolate Milky Way with coffee and now I’m off to sew so things are looking up. πŸ™‚ Hope you’re having a good Saturday.

    • So good to hear from you! I just noticed you on the Garden In The City blog and was glad that you were there. Our muses have apparently given themselves serious time off. And it isn’t just that — it’s that I wasn’t even able to get into WordPress for a while, and then, once in, I couldn’t make sense of the new ways. We are too tired to deal with new ways. I confess I laughed when I read that you saw yourself in the poor bedraggled heron. He is something of a symbol of the time, isn’t he? But at this point I have to say that Hope has got to be a tough old bird. How else could we have made it this far?

      I just had some dark chocolate too! Great minds do think alike.

  2. It makes me tired. We’re the BEST audience!

  3. I love your musings.

  4. I will have to remember ‘it’s raining fortitude’ next time it rains. I think you would smile if you could hear ‘moroser’ in my accent, but I have no issues with any of the word creativity you send our way.

    • Thank you! “It’s raining fortitude” fits nicely into the old song “April Showers” (“it’s raining violets”) which annoyed me but I used it anyway!

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