Sep 2021
On the ceiling
or creeping out from behind
the radiator,
six brittle legs,
a body round as a
black Jelly Tot
or a miniature cylinder,
just enough to make you jump
or eject
a shriek from your mouth,
this one double-clawed
creature you scoop up
with a cup, delicately
in case of a sudden scuttle, pop
back outside among the marigolds.
or creeping out from behind
the radiator,
six brittle legs,
a body round as a
black Jelly Tot
or a miniature cylinder,
just enough to make you jump
or eject
a shriek from your mouth,
this one double-clawed
creature you scoop up
with a cup, delicately
in case of a sudden scuttle, pop
back outside among the marigolds.
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.
