The prompt from #30DaysOfSummerWritingChallenge visits Campground Sessions. I found myself awake in the ambrosial hours, otherwise known as stupid o’ clock, and finally gave up on sleep, cracking on with the writing prompt for the Poetry Daily. Having written, I managed to get a nap after dawn. Although I am far from sporty, I am familiar with the campground summer experience. Camping is a relatively inexpensive way to have a holiday. For over five years post-recession, we spent nine days under canvas in Ireland each year. (Never say I am not hardy. Yes, sometimes it rained hard.) Then the desire for comfort overtook the desire for campground cameraderie. But I know what it’s like.
Call and Response
Seeing you all in huddled shadows
of flickering flame,
the spray of stray sparks
as the logs crack and fall into embers.
Hands clutch hot chocolate in enamel mugs.
Smoke slowly kippers
The murmur of soft spoken talk at night,
it's quiet back and forth. A laugh echoes
across the campground
where most almost sleep.
Drifts of distant infant's wails gone midnight.
The treads of late night loo visitor's thud
is muffled by dew.
Canvas zips screech loud
when the only sound is the rise and fall
of hundreds of campers dreaming under
canvas under sky
calling each other.
Their dreams are deep. Their responses in sighs.
Copyright © 2019 Bee Smith. All rights reserved
In three weeks time I will have crossed the 365 day poem a day finish line. I am beginning to look back in the archive for poems that need some tweaking and polish to pull together my first solo poetry collection. Do you have any memories of stand out poems you have especially liked that you read on the blog over the past year? It would help me immeasurably if you would let me know which ones were the most effective and affecting. Pop the title in the comments section, please. And thank you!