#4 - Blue Monday

This year I am using the seven days of the week as prompts for a crown of sonnets

With some words from the song of the same name by New Order

...as Monday rolls the wheel around once more,

with memories just sailing out of reach ‒

a ship, a harbour, some forgotten beach ‒

to ride the tides of what has gone before.

But history is not a one-way door

and memory has much that it can teach

in sympathy, in imagery and speech,

in how to navigate an unseen shore.

So kick your boots off, dance beneath the Moon,

and make your plans for all that is to come ‒

those future days that stack up one by one.

It may not happen now, but pretty soon

the Fates could weave a pattern, could conspire,

when Tuesday enters, roaring like a fire...

RJT