Panic Attack

PAD Challenge day 8: For today’s prompt, write a panic poem.

 Yesterday we woke to the after-effects what must have been a sudden panic-attack on old Man Winter's part...for we were well on the way to putting his memory behind us!

He began on Thursday evening and raged shamelessly all night long...

He rouses, panic-stricken

Oh dear, he must have dozed

And let the sunshine quicken

Bud-melodies, still closed

He dashes to his kitchen

Tips over jugs and jars

Below, the song of robins

Is snuffed by tardy stars

He shakes his feather pillows

A frenzied maniac

Afraid of green-leafed willows

And flower bric-a-brac

From closets he yanks dusters

And mops and pails and brooms  

With might, sheer panic musters

He sweeps a thousand rooms

…and chases through blue heaven

Dust bunnies white as snow

They tumble from his cavern

Onto the earth below

 Aha, grins Old Man Winter

White mayhem reigns once more

He tips back his recliner

And soon begins to snore

© Janet Martin