I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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13 November 2013

Birthday Moments


The most unhappy moment on my birthday
was the moment I noticed I’d lost my shawl.
The weather was neither hot nor cold
but warm, with short spurts of rain.
I took my black woollen shawl ‘just in case’.
It was the perfect weight for between seasons.

After lunch I stood to leave the café
and saw I didn’t have it — nowhere at all.
I consoled myself: ‘It was twelve years old’.
Still I went back over the terrain
I’d walked before. Of course, not a trace.
I supposed the Universe must have its reasons.


I recalled being told, a year ago,
‘You should stop wearing so much black.
Get into light colours —pink, blue, green.’
This was said in the course of a healing
so I should have paid it closer attention,
but that shawl was a gift from a dear friend.

The happiest birthday moment, you know,
was kind of the same one, turned on its back.
With my old  shawl nowhere to be seen,
clearly someone had found it and decided on stealing.
I went to the cop shop and made a mention —
then I bought me a present, a pink shawl! The End.

Form: rimas dissolutas.

Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge, day 12: your happiest and/or saddest moment.  (I've been dealing with deeply sad and intensely happy moments for a year or more, so this time I thought I'd keep it light and shallow!)


  1. Ah, Rosemary, that is quite a story. I am sorry you lost your black shawl (especially since it was a gift from a friend), but I enjoyed that you gave yourself a present from YOU and that it was a PINK shawl! Maybe there ARE reasons things happen.

    1. Thanks, Mary. Yes, all autobiographical, this one, and extremely recent. *Wry smile.*

  2. I love the structure of this poem: that line 1 in stanza 1 rhymes with line 1 in stanza 2. I am going to try it.

    1. Thanks, Jennie. My own invention. :)

    2. I later discovered I was not the first to invent this. In fact it has been around quite a while and is known as 'rimas dissolutas'.