Day 27: Ode to the Fan (M)

There are some things that we tend to take for granted. I believe that the fan is one of those things, so I have decided to commemorate it's noble efforts with a poem.

Five Ways of Looking at the Fan:

                  I

Trade winds have departed,
But the fan is still here
Carrying the gentle island breeze
Deep in its metallic bosom.

                II

In the dim moonlight,
All that can be seen in the house
Is the silhouette of the fan’s spidery legs
Trapping the heat in its icy web.

               III

Scurrying sideways across the sand,
The fan snapped its sinister claws
At the stove-hot rays of the baking sun.

              IV

A quite seaside room,
And all that is heard
Is the comings and goings of the sea
And the faint rattling of the fan.

              V

Two boys sat watching tv
And the fan hovered protectively above them
Softly blowing on their foreheads
And gently tickling their cheeks.


Thank you, fan. Who needs air conditioning when we have you?