Persephone please phonehome.

just a bit of fun now Spring is nearly sprung. :)

Some time ago I slipped from sight,

the world came dark and drear

and I'd forgot my fur lined hat

which filled me full of fear;

for hatless is unguarded,

like feet without warm socks,

or a cottage made of matchsticks

and dull grey cinder blocks.

I lasted just as long I could,

picked pebbles from the beach,

then tossed them far, far out to sea

where winter could not reach;

a weather buoy called out 'hellooo,'

in dulcet, Gaelic tone,

I said, 'send me an email

or better yet, just phone.'

Some time later I returned

like a blind worm from its run,

eyes narrowed up, afraid to look

at the red rimmed rising sun;

but the grey was gone completely, 

flown fast on seasoned wings

and all about and all around

lay the tint of new born things. 

 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

a lass with a look i once mistook
for an hour of promised play
down to the warbling merry brook
where i waited day after day
until my feet fast-rooted grew
and my limbs to willow turned
she finally came with a look of rue
and sat in my shade and yearned

Beccy, I believe it's contagious...thanks for the basket of fun

[Madison Rose]

Beccy, this poem is a masterpiece! :) I love to read it out loud.

[Woody]

you were born to be a poet, Beccy. this is great. you conveyed your idea in a humourous tone and you made it look so easy. I'm in awe, as always.