February (Vol. 2)

A sequel to another old poem of mine

That's our February

Perfumed like a skunk

But she never even

Smells her own funk

She stays sopping wet

Like some sloppy drunk

That's our February

And she's kind of punk

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2024

Author's Note

The original "February"

"February"
February is whispering in my ear...
her sumac-soaked muddy breath
failing to belie the fact
that she is little more
than January's diseased half-sister.
No portender or harbinger,
just a dark pregnant pause
waiting to be purged by Spring.

Reviews

[FPW]

Seems quite a harsh portrayal of poor sister February! For me, she is a saving grace that allows for a return to calm after the madness of December and the crazy heat of January where I reside. Have to say I prefer the original February…..a more eloquent portrayal with a sweeter sense of poesy. Go easy on the poor girl!

[Desert Knave]

Thanks for the wonderful comment. Yeah, February here is just kind of "yucky" (I like the original better too !)~Jim