You learnt to float, she yells,
ducking under him smoothly.
When she surfaces,
he’s walking on the water.
The Corner Coffeeshop was open for business but its traffic was at a lull. It was too early in the evening for the post-work crowd, too late for the students and AC-enjoying unemployed to be hanging around. Outside, the sun had gone down but that curious combination of atmospheric density…
I tried limericking. I didn’t follow syllable count rules. Saying something in 5 lines in rhyme and being funny was challenge enough.
A trip to the Oxford bookstore yields some cynical trends about readers and the publishing industry and ends in a befuddling find.
A poem about being knotted in love –
“You had me tied up in knots
turning over your every word
twisting each smile,
into shapes of affection”