28th
The Pam Ayres of my class
This is the first poem I have written for about ten years. It was ‘inspired’ by The Hawk by George Mackay Brown, which we studied in class (though I was bunking off that night).
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On Monday a spider appears in the bath
With legs as thick as pencil lead;
I leave him alone and shower instead.
On Tuesday the spider is still in the bath,
Hunched, knees over head, in his pristine den;
I build him a ladder and shower again.
On Wednesday the spider is still in the bath,
The plughole webbed, with a bundle of prey;
I turn on the tap and wash him away.
On Thursday the spider is back in the bath,
Surveying his kingdom astride my loofah;
I curse his survival and reach for the hoover.
On Friday the bath is mine.
I celebrate with bubbles and candlelight
While he plots revenge in the dead of night.
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I would like to write more serious pomes.
