SaddleBrooke Writers’ Group: Winter Solstice

Patricia Fremont Smith, SaddleBrooke Writers Group member

’Twas the night before solstice, when all through my mind

not a thought was stirring, nought of any kind

The prompts had been chosen, albeit with care

In hopes that we writers would do our fair share

Recklessly, I ventured out loud “winter solstice”

My head hurts so much I think I need a poultice

Wide eyed, no sleep for me, I must find the reason

Behind the darkest day of this season

Letting go of my fear, I summon my courage

Put on my thinking cap and begin to rummage

Visions of light and dark spin through my brain

No fun if it sounds like too much of a strain

Those writers are all settled snug in their beds

I’m certain they see the right words in their heads

When outside the house there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter

Away to the window I flew like a flash

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash

The moon shone bright on sparkly raked gravel

I was convinced that I would “promptly” unravel

When what to my wondering eyes did appear

The writers gathered, looking so lively and dear

They held their papers, all filled with their prompts

I sensed at once that I was straightforwardly swamped

One was the president, I knew it was Mike

Jeez—I hurriedly thought that I might take a hike

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name

Now, Mark! now, Cari! now, Joan and Christine!

On, Jim! on, John! on, Tom and Loraine!

Now, Stuart! now, Karen and Larry!

On, Jennifer! on, Scott and Gary!

Now, Hazel! now, Bonita, Bruce, and Bill!

In the distance, one could hear in the chill

Roger! T.J.! Sylvia! Marcia! — perchance a few more

And then Matilda marching to the fore

In the cold winter light, they all convened

Rivalry turned my eyes a glittering green

How could I rise to match this colorful troupe

The dastardly dilemma drove me to droop

As I drew in my head, and was turning around

Down through the chimney came a word hoard profound

A bundle of nouns, adverbs, and adjectives

I knew at once I’d meet my objective

I found the paper, writing stick, and courage

To put down in rhyming verse and not to disparage

I soon determined that I had nothing to dread

Dare to use the sanity clauses filling my head

The gift of giving and honoring others

In times of stress, it makes a good buffer

If this sounds familiar and is a chiller

Shrug, but please don’t kick my posterior

I must confess it is all derivative

But the meaning of solstice is also primitive

We celebrate the winter solstice as Christmas and Yule

To end it at that makes one quite the fool

Humans have observed the two special days, you see

Since the last part of the Stone Age, about 10,000 B.C.

This study closes on the shortest day of the year

My holiday wish is that we join in good cheer!

21 December 2019