avatarLiam Ireland

Summary

The text is a reflective poem that celebrates the innocence and wonder of a child's perspective on the world, likening it to the awe-inspiring power of nature.

Abstract

The poem captures a moment where a child's imagination transforms ordinary events into extraordinary phenomena, such as clouds "shouting" and lightning being "tewibbly fwightening." It emphasizes the importance of respecting a child's unique interpretation of the world, from the way they describe a sneeze to the names they give to everyday objects. The author acknowledges the beauty in the child's untrained, yet vivid, descriptions, comparing them to the majesty of a thunderstorm. The poem concludes by affirming that, like the child's perspective, the natural world is a source of endless wonder, regardless of the labels we assign to it. The piece is also a fulfillment of the author's promise to themselves to emulate the style of D.J. Enright's poem "Blue Umbrellas."

Opinions

  • The author admires the child's imaginative language and the purity of their interpretations of the world.
  • There is a sense of respect for the child's creativity, as the author refrains from correcting or diminishing the child's unique expressions.
  • The poem suggests that the essence of an experience is not diminished by the terminology used to describe it; a "gravy stain" is as valid a description as "Mummy's little yummy spot."
  • The author implies that the adult world could learn from the child's ability to find wonder in the ordinary, seeing the extraordinary in a simple thunderstorm.
  • By invoking D.J. Enright, the author pays homage to a poetic influence and sets a standard for their own work, aspiring to capture a similar sense of childlike awe and linguistic playfulness.

Shouting Clouds And A Natural Born Wonder

Whatever we call it, it is what it is.

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“ The clouds are shouting “ I hear her say

As a dazzle of lightning flashes across

The horizon.

“ It’s tewibbly fwightening at this time of day.”

Her trembling voice stumbling across

The bed that she lies on.

Who am I to tell her she’s wrong with her noun

With a slap on the wrist and disapproving frown?

Who am I to chide her for her innocent ways

To call sneeze triggered mucous " Nose water sprays ? "

Who am I to tell her that a gravy stain is not

What she likes to call " Mummy's little yummy spot "

Because her mind isn't trained in educated ways ?

It matters not if it's "sprays" or if it's not

If it's a " shout " or even if it's " thunder"

In a gathering storm from far away yonder

Whatever you call it, just like her,

It's a natural born wonder.

This poem was written in an attempt to make good on a promise to myself to emulate the poem Blue Umbrellas by D.J.Enright.

Poetry
Use Of Language
Imagination
Natural Form
Inventiveness
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