I have been quiet for some time with poetry far down my to-do list.
I was prompted into action by a post on Diane's blog
which lead me to Mama's Losin It
where there was a challenge to write a 16 line poem
about something life changing from my childhood.
A winter’s morning in June.
Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue,
Her legs reached past her middle;
I adored her in the way that puppies do:
All enthusiasm and warm piddle.
Her lips were pink, her skin was white,
Complexion cream and peaches;
I’d curl up in my bed at night
Dreaming of her nether reaches.
I was a mess of hormones, dreams,
young lust and cheap cologne.
But the bubble burst, or so it seems,
When she spoke to me alone.
She was as thick as a housing brick
With an IQ of a winter’s morning;
“Piss off’ was all she really said to me,
I was grateful for the warning.
© J Cosmo Newbery
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