Today for Blog Every Day in May the prompt is to blog something completely different to my usual style. Today has officially kicked my butt so I'm feeling a little bit like hiding under a duvet...for that reason my post is going to be a poem from my favourite poet Emily Dickinson. I've loved poetry from a young age but it's something I literally never talk about because I worry it's seen as a bit ...erm...snobby?
Anyway, I love Emily Dickinson's way with words, she describes things beautiful. So with no more waffling from me, here it is:
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.