It is weekend again and it looks like rain here in Cape Town. The centipedes have been climbing up the wall and have come to rest midway to the ceiling. This is a sure sign of rain. Thank goodness that they did not climb to the top, or we would have to brace ourselves for a storm!
The above is an old wives tale which happens to be remarkably true. Similar to: It never rains on full moon, unless it is a harvest moon....
Today is 15 March/March 15 (depending where you live), known in antiquity as the Ides of March. Julius Caesar should have listened...
The fun challenge for this weekend is to write a poem expressing an urban legend or a superstition which we can laugh off as being exactly that. Eg Your "lucky" piece of clothing you wear when playing golf, etc
Please submit a *PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED poem (one per participant) in any genre, but no more than 15 lines long (IT MAY BE LESS) to me at the soup mail and I will collate and post the poems, together with an alphabetic list of the participants.
*UNPUBLISHED POEM: It has not been posted here on PoetrySoup. Please hold off posting your poem till Monday, when the results will be made known.
I will post the poems (sans the author's name) & the separate list of participants, on Sunday noon (12 noon GMT) and you will be invited to Guess Who The Poets are
Have fun and enjoy your weekend