What can I say?
Is there any way to explain such a deviation in form?
Especially from one such as me who has avoided writing poetry since the traumatic unearthing of that dreadful Christmas poem I wrote at age 8? (And no, that shall not be posted here, and yes – thanks Mother for scarring me for life with that reminder of my childhood writing.)
Again, what can I say?
Something awoke in me and demanded to be heard.
Write about what you know, they say.
Write what’s in your heart.
So, I wrote about the war.
No, I’ve never been in a war.
No, it’s not something I have any intimate knowledge of.
But yes, it is something that’s close to my heart.
And will I post it here; probably not.
I’m not brave enough for that.
Disclaimer: I blame NaNoWriMo.