I met a strange man
from a land with no snowfall
no ice and no polar bears.
He shivered and shook
while I sweated and stripped off
my sealskin coat, hood and boots.
I gave them to him,
smiling, glad that I live here
in my snug round house.
http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/ suggest we write a Choka poem, a Japanese form using lines of 5 – 7 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7, or 5 – 7 – 5 – 5 – 7 – 5, repeating the pattern, making me laugh, considering my last post in which I decried syllable counting poetry.
This coincided with Hannah Gosselin’s prompt at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.fr/?zx=b5584de227c1b80e for those of us enjoying the warmth of summer to visit the Arctic, In our poems, if we choose to write as a human, we must be a native of that region.