A Song Of Wednesday Poem by Paul Hartal

A Song of Wednesday

Wedged between Tuesday and Thursday,
Wednesday celebrates its weekly birthday.
How old is it? Well, hard to know.
Its birth is shrouded by the veil of history.
Named after the Anglo-Saxon god Woden,
Wednesday lives alone on this orphan planet
of ours. It visited once the moon
but refused to travel further in the universe.
Wednesday likes to dress in tuxedo with a bow tie.
When darkness descends it flows through the city,
streaming over every nick and notch.
And as Wednesday cascades
it likes to hum a low-keyed little song
that sounds like the forlorn wind.