photo by silvioassuncao
I had something else ready to go for this week, but when I read this, I moved the other post to next week. This has to be said, much as it tears me up.
Collective Nouns for Humans in the Wild
by Kathy Fish
A group of grandmothers is a tapestry. A group of toddlers, a jubilance (see also: a bewailing). A group of librarians is an enlightenment. A group of visual artists is a bioluminescence. A group of short story writers is a Flannery. A group of musicians is — a band.
A resplendence of poets.
A beacon of scientists.
A raft of social workers.
A group of first responders is a valiance. A group of peaceful protestors is a dream. A group of special education teachers is a transcendence. A group of neonatal ICU nurses is a divinity. A group of hospice workers, a grace.
Humans in the wild, gathered and feeling good, previously an exhilaration, now: a target.
A target of concert-goers.
A target of movie-goers.
A target of dancers.
A group of schoolchildren is a target.
Some people say there's nothing that can be done. I reject that.
Jama's Alphabet Soup has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Jama!