Sunday, 30 April 2017

poetry 2017 / 090

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo). It could be the setting of the sun, or your Aunt Georgia telling the same story at Thanksgiving every single year. It could be the swallows returning to Capistrano or how, without fail, you will lock your keys in the car whenever you go to the beach.

Through the Crescent

They know the houses where the dogs live.
Every day, pulling at the leads to get to the collie's house,
the black lab's house; the shepherd's house.
Later it's the Jack Russel's house, the spaniel's, the Doberman's
and that little dog behind the gate that barks unseen.
Pull, pull
bark, bark,
pull, pull,
bark, bark.
The third dog is blind and deaf.
He doesn't care about where they live
just what scents they've left behind.

6 comments:

Maz Green said...

Congratulations on being featured poet .. Loved your take on the prompt

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Rachel Green said...

Thank you kindly :)

Jali Hicks said...

I love this. It made me smile

DK said...

aww lovely

Mary Hood said...

How True! One never forgets the scent! Awesome poem!

Rachel Green said...

Thank you, all