It seems like my poetry writing just gets later and later in the night. I guess I just need somewhere to put my thoughts when I’m tired? Well I’m super tired so let’s talk about something fun… and dark.
Frog Gigging
Late at night
A boat slips out into the water
Just paddle up the creek
He sits in the front
A headlight from a car
A battery from an engine
Put them together
Spotlight
He sits in the back
Maneuvering the boat
The oar splashes the water
The spear has three barbs
Mounted on the end of a pole
Like a trident
The warrior blinds its prey
The boat soundlessly glides closer
It’s frozen, confused
Quick splash
Pierced
The warrior’s prey swivels back
Poised on the end of the gig
The sailor takes it
Chop… Chop
Splash
A boat slips out into the water
Just paddle up the creek
He sits in the front
A headlight from a car
A battery from an engine
Put them together
Spotlight
He sits in the back
Maneuvering the boat
The oar splashes the water
The spear has three barbs
Mounted on the end of a pole
Like a trident
The warrior blinds its prey
The boat soundlessly glides closer
It’s frozen, confused
Quick splash
Pierced
The warrior’s prey swivels back
Poised on the end of the gig
The sailor takes it
Chop… Chop
Splash
Paddling helplessly
The water envelopes it
No longer friendly
Frog legs for dinner…
I couldn't help but read with a William Shatner voice. >w< It's kinda morbid... but also kinda funny.
ReplyDeleteDidn't realize I had poetic inspiration skills. Dad
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