Three Pupils

Moments caught in the rain.

Three of us, needing a roof in the rain; we took
Not to our homes but the courtyard instead, for our
Curious ears had led us to a man who was
Speaking in riddles and waking the dead.

Taking our time, we strolled over to see what this
Man was there saying, and saying it loud! And then
Asking him kindly, he simply replied he was
"Whispering wisdom--not making a sound."

Then standing silent, but gesturing still as if
He was still shouting--but nothing was said; and to
Baffle us further, his three only pupils, he
Then placed a basket on top of his head.

People ran by us with papers above their heads,
Paying no mind to this man that we'd found.  But in
Search of a roof, of course, none of them thought to go
Swim in the river that flows underground.

Author's Note

This is a more structured piece, in dactyl tetrameter.

Reviews

[Tony]

This is an excellent poem I think, with a really cool parting thought, nice summarizing! I am inspired by writing like this.

[Mountain Dawn]

I'm sorry I can't help you with the meter.
I like this piece, your last line adds something unusual. It's the most obvious answer that no one would think of. Good work!