Sep 2021
As you launch
the mottled sphere
(no longer luminous yellow
after many a capture)
with a flick of the wrist,
all the neighbours would see
is a streak of black,
a charcoal bullet
between the trees
as your friend on four legs
fizzes after its prize,
jams it in the mouth,
lollops back to you with rapid pants,
clump of slobber, a monosyllabic
can I do it again.
the mottled sphere
(no longer luminous yellow
after many a capture)
with a flick of the wrist,
all the neighbours would see
is a streak of black,
a charcoal bullet
between the trees
as your friend on four legs
fizzes after its prize,
jams it in the mouth,
lollops back to you with rapid pants,
clump of slobber, a monosyllabic
can I do it again.
Written: August 2021.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time for display at my local library and also (partly) for the annual Summer Reading Challenge that takes place at English libraries every year. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time for display at my local library and also (partly) for the annual Summer Reading Challenge that takes place at English libraries every year. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
(31/M/Northamptonshire, England)
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