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“I am Thursday’s Child, not born on Monday,
Tuesday or Wednesday, no,no--but nothing could
prepare me for your smile.”--David Bowie.
Thursday is a workhorse,
but it’s harness has gold bells,
and it is majestic as a Clydesdale.
It’s never blue, or humped,
or something to thank God for.
every day feels like Saturday,
but there is something magical
about Thursday. It stands out
in bolder font; for me
it is the massive gear
at the top of a rollercoaster,
and from that apex,
we drop into a three day thrill ride.
It has a rich heritage.
Quakers call it Fifth Day,
most of us call it Fourth Day.
It was named after the Norse God of Thunder;
Thor, Thunor, Donar, and Thundraz.
Roman’s named it for their god Jupiter,
God of sky and thunder,
Jupiter’s Day, lovis Dies.
The Thursday before Easter
was the day of the Last Supper.
40 days after Easter
is the day Christ ascended to Heaven.
In Islam, the prophet Mohammad
fasted on Thursdays.
In America, the fourth Thursday
in November is Thanksgiving Day.
Perhaps I am Thursday's Child myself,
and it might be my death day.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub