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It is March, so here is an example of personification. It comes from a workshop: we were asked to choose a month and write about it, as though it was a person. Do you see March as a man too? Does his emotional state reflect typical March weather?
March
He is a man with a frown,
walking in a military
manner. He is the eldest
son of a Rossendale baker, who
married young and placed his hopes
on other people’s shoulders.
He studied accountancy at a redbrick
in the Midlands, ironed shirts himself,
lost his accent, met a nurse
in town one night, got drunk,
a lower second degree, a baby,
a small semi in the suburbs.
Last year he didn’t get a rise,
didn’t get promotion either.
He thinks about renewing insurance,
calculates the cost of divorce,
puts his hands in his pockets and
strides over the zebra crossing.
He often feels like going crazy, going
off with a woman half his age, living
in the south of France, but he walks
back to the empty house, hiding
under a large black umbrella,
cursing under his breath.
Acacia Publications 
What a great poem. Fantastic sense of a drifting life.
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Great post 😁
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I really enjoyed this poem about March as a person 😉
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These few words introduced me to this man,
so lonely this Soul
Little Joy to remember
I want to know him better ..
meet him for coffee
I enjoyed the experience..
Thank you Fokkina ..may your book launch today give you the respect and Joy you deserve…
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Thank you for those words.
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