Today is Poetry Friday, hosted by Jone at Check It Out.
I'm in with a monorhyme today for both Poetry Friday AND Heidi Mordhorst's My Juicy Little Universe AND Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge. This is the last day of Heidi's challenge to write a poem with a required ending 'ch' word. And we are nearing the end of TWT SOLC....just a few more days left. Then I will begin the A-to-Z Challenge. I have a theme of sorts and there will be a poem a day to celebrate Poetry Month and to go with my theme. I have not pre-written or scheduled any posts for April so far. Usually I have a number of them ready to go, alleviating the burden on some of the busier days. We will see how THAT goes!
The word today is "QUENCH". Because I wrote a monorhyme for it, there are a lot of ending ch words... I liked the last line because it actually has two -ch words. Get it?
What to Say and How to Say It
Shovel divulges, “I’ll trench.”
Tired back stresses, “I’ll wrench.”
Waterfall gushes, “I’ll quench.”
Coach advises, “I’ll bench.”
Rain insinuates, “I’ll drench.”
Fist determines, “I’ll clench.”
Muscle man proclaims, “I’m hench!”
Skunk alerts us, “I’ve stench!”
La jeune fille dit, "I'm French."
©Donna JT Smith, 2015
|Drinking Fountain, Central Park - Library of Congress image|
Do you remember town drinking fountains? They used to be on many street corners. They were the old fashioned "water bottles" that people carry around today. Back then, when you were out and about and needed to quench your thirst, you could just step on the lever or turn a handle, and later push a button I guess, to bring up an arc of water to your lips. And if you were short, you either climbed the fountain or had to be lifted up to get your drink.
It never really occurred to us that they were probably not the cleanest things to drink from. You figured if you didn't put your mouth on it, it should be clean. But some people did put their mouths on it, especially if the flow was low. And then, they WERE outside - you could have bugs landing on it, and birds flying overhead. Occasionally you would see gum spit out in the basin.
But we seemed to survive regardless of the germs we encountered. That was back in the day when smallpox and polio had just been "conquered" fairly well, but most people were still pretty aware of the dangers of using public facilities.
Which reminds me too, do you remember having to pay a nickel to use the restroom? Often there were stalls that were free, but the ones you paid for were supposed to be kept up and cleaned better. I believe I climbed under a stall door once or twice to let my aunt use a pay toilet on a road trip we took to Florida when I was a kid. Hmm. I wonder if they cleaned those floors better, too.