Avoid the black cats
that cross your path
and walk in your way
Don’t go under ladders
or open umbrellas indoors
those will ruin your day
These are some of the things
*knock on wood*
that will change our luck
from bad to good
A ridiculous kid’s game
skipping over cracks
an age-old superstition
not to break our mother’s backs
Delicately pick up pieces of glass
from dozens of broken mirrors
your bad luck is imminent
multiply each by 7 years
Quickly throw over the shoulder
the spilt salt raining down upon the floor
then chant a dead loved one’s name
while brushing it out the door
Yellowed pages
ripping
at the seams
stuffed with dead 4-leaf clovers
A rusty horseshoe
hanging
by one nail
above a forgotten entrance
Tucked deep inside
a worn out pocket
three balding rabbit’s feet
and five copper pennies
Be very superstitious
it is Friday the 13th.
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Oh, yeah! This is great, Jenni! I am not one for superstitions, but I love how you took these common ones and turned them onto their poetic ear. Well done, my friend!
Thank you Martha. I think in a way many people have their superstitions, they just don’t recognize them because they aren’t as common as these are.
Very cool! I enjoyed this poem a lot.
Thank you Elliebloo.
This was a great poem for Friday the 13th! It’s definitely interesting thinking about all the superstitions that were so prevalent in the past and that are still around today! Great job.
Here’s my recent poem:
ascendingthehills.blogspot.com/2012/04/poetry-challenge-day-12.html
Thank you Jessica. My sister was born on Friday the 13th, I guess that explains a lot.
Ha! I love the images of the rotting good luck omens, especially the balding rabbit’s feet! Nice one, Jen!
haha I kept thinking about my worry stone and the groove in it from repeated rubbing. It’s kind of funny where my head is when I come up with these things.
I LOVED IT!!!!!
Thank you very much Nikky.
Would you believe that it wasn’t till I read your poem that I realized Friday had been the 13th! I’m glad I came out unscathed! Great poem!
LOL Bella I am so glad you made it out of the dreaded Friday the 13th alive.
I love the imagery of superstitions even if I don’t believe in them. Great work girl!
Thank you Tameka.