Death of a Modem Driver
The day the modem driver died
just like that - plink
no more internet link.
I tried and tried
but it was no use he’d gone
and I couldn’t go on.
McAfee saw a culprit everywhere,
searched the programs all.
Was I sure he was dead?
Had he just gone a.w.o.l?
Was it the server? He was having a ball.
The hardware mourned. They
were very close, a family.
It took days to arrange,
a replacement had to be found,
in the meantime everything ground
to a halt, very strange.
The world was dark, silent,
It took me back thirty years
to virtual peace,
made me think – plink, when did I get
so dependent on the internet?
I took up my pad and pen
and the world buzzed again
Jenny Joseph warned she would wear a red hat.
Well, there’s nothing so shocking today about that.
They gather in chapters now, so I am told
to prove red and purple, at fifty, is bold.
Is this what ‘fun’ is, when you’ve spent all your life
suppressing yourself as a mother and wife?
If you really want freedom just wear what you please
without turning it into a social disease.
The crab wears her skeleton
on the outside to appear
She scuttles sideways to
She lives in a shallow pool,
clinging to the rock in surging tides.
To grow she must expose herself;
shedding every time her carapace.
The crab is the
progeny of a supernova,
seen in 1054
nine hundred years before
I was born
and as it cools,
its gaseous light.
The crab swims in an
light years deep.
OONAH V. JOSLIN was born in
This poem was in fact written many years ago and the motivation for it is now uncertain in my mind, but my zodiac sign is Cancer and I don’t believe in astrology, but am fascinated by astronomy. I suspect that this was an attempt to rationalize the crab in scientific terms. I had just found out that that nebula appeared in 1054. I was born in 1954. Synchronicity is illogical too but I am no Vulcan.
Hats, was the subject of a flash challenge in my writer’s community web site. I could only think of that poem by Jenny Joseph. I searched the web and to my horror, found there is a Red Hat society where women of a certain age wear purple and red. I have done so for years – I like colours that clash. Now I wear blue and green instead.
Blue and green should never be seen
except with Oonah in between.
Death of a Modem Driver
This year we were off line for five weeks with a sickly computer. My husband said he thought it might be the modem driver. I thought of the poor man crashing on the information highway and ‘plink’, a poem was born.