Somedays

[bairnsidhe]

 

Some days are lace

Ribbons and bows

Sugar and spice

And everything nice

 

Some days are for the girl.

 

Some days are leather

Denim and flannel

Snips and snails

And puppy-dog tails

 

Some days are for the boy.

 

Some days are for swirling
Cotton skirts over soft leggings

Because they are also for forts

And crawling through bushes

 

Some days are for both.

 

It’s a special kind of freedom

It’s a special kind of cage

That the ever-shifting winds

Blow in who the child is today

 

Some days are for the fight

 

Against all the demands of
Steady earth-bound folk

Who don’t see why the wild

Wanders free in some spirits

 

Every day is for the soul.

 

Shifting as the flickering flame

And as steady and noble

As the ebb and flow of tides

The other element’s children

Every day is for hope.

Hope that someday
Our children's children
May be as they are
And someday be free,

 

To have their days too.

Comments

Re: Wow!

[ysabetwordsmith]

I'm glad I could help. Used to make this mistake a lot myself, because I was really listening to the stresses and not paying as much attention to the unstressed syllables. Eventually I realized that form poetry sounds better with a consistent pattern of stress, although it doesn't have to be the same number of syllables in every line. Ballads often alternate even and odd numbers.