He caused such a noise, such outcry, such a racket
from the time he crawled, had words & was walking
& with every sibling that arrived within our midst
there was discord between them and between us
from a knock on the door with unfortunate news
of the fact that a boy was perched upon the roof
to his sisters upset as they walked into a bedroom
to see the scurry of a frog causing a commotion
to the neighbor stating your son is in the alley
ought not to be experimenting with matches ought he
to the surprise knock of the police at the door
with a number of hood ornaments in his possession
to the night of upheaval he came home quite sodden
that as I thought in dismay of all the pandemonium
of the day he was born with strawberry blond hair
never I thought ‘the rumpus will now begin’ and it did
© June 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday prompt. You can read other poet’s response to this prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/06/07/this-wild-rumpus-of-life-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File & Digitized by myself.


Lovely poem Renee.. 🙂 We have frogs in our pond,and what a noise they make.. Sadly a few have been caught by a neighbours cat and ooohh the noise they make as they squeal when caught..
I can relate to the Pandemonium as children grow.. 🙂 lol.. Always up to one sort of mischief or another.. 🙂
❤ So pleased you are back.. Enjoy Summer.. and Love the shades of your background here Renee.. Very colourful, yet calming at the same time..
Love and Blessings and Look after your good self my friend.. xxx Hugs Sue x
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I read that a few times over. You have drawn such an elaborate image in so few words. It is beautiful the way the whole poem reverberates with noises symbolizing this person.
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This post is about my second oldest son when he was a boy. I have five children but he alone was a handful. He still lives his life on the edge and is 43 years old. Thank You.
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