Scrubbed, buffed, fluffed
freshly spun cotton candy
puffed
into scenic popcorns
they landscaped to scramble
elbowing, bumping, pushing
overlapping
his vast bluish grey cape.
He pleaded, covering his face,
"please, mother, please
just for today
tell him not to rise..."
But, she simply breezed,
"no, my hair needs to dry
tell me
why last night did you cry?"
He rubbed his eyes
and began narrating his tale,
"wretched sly lightning
slithered last night.
she kept replaying the
terribly unfortunate images
of previous year's fright."
Again, tears began to drizzle
marking the anniversary
of the gap that had formed
to sustain as history.
YOU ARE READING
Lodel-ay-hee-hoooo
PoetryOne just needs a flicker to burst into light. Find the flicker. Be it, become light. Lodel-ay-hee-hoooo your way through. Life is awaiting!
