A simple poem for Day 1 of the Festival of Grief; the second day of my annual wallowversary not till next weekend. Trying to combine my usual subject matter for this day with The Big O. It works okay. My Poetic Factoid has the potential to include words from other languages but I don’t really have the motivation to make it bigger today.
Day 9 – TIL about taking photographs of Victorians
where we say “cheese” as a prompt to make us grin
Victorians said “prunes” despite preferring to keep things in