NaPoWriMo Poetry Challenge Day 4- Prompt:
” In his poem “The Waste Land,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruelest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why.”
“June 3rd, 1984”
June 3rd, nineteen eighty-four;
when life as I knew it
would be no more.
In forty-five seconds
a squall so steep,
swept the Marques into the ocean’s deep.
In under a minute
a crew of twenty-eight
were struck by the terror
of a watery fate.
Most were asleep when the freak wave struck
nine were saved
The others…no such luck.
My mum, step dad and year-old brother
in the captain’s cabin slept,
My sister and I
at home…heard the news and wept.
In one freak accident
a family of five…lost three
has always been a cruel month for me.
That is, until June 4th twenty, thirteen
On a sunny day, my love I wed
It was a pretty scene.
We’d changed a time that caused such gloom
To one of love so right.
I no longer detest the month of June
we honour their memory with candle light.
© Chattinatti 2016.