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Shape-shifters
I had to use magic on him yesterday.
With a single No he transformed himself into a stone,
cold, hard and in my path.
I became a river,
foamed and frothed against him
then coolly flowed around and past.
In time I’ll wear him smooth.
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I really enjoyed the fun of this, and I really believe your claim at the end...JG
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We take turns at being rock and river, he's wearing me smooth too
glad you liked it, Marianne
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A very nice use of metaphor, Mopkins. It's original.
*Warning: blatant tomfoolery above this line
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I like the metaphor and humour used in this and "smooth" was the perfect choice of word with which to end it.
The whole poem and especially the last line reminded me of a quote I found a few months ago...
"The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling." - Lucretius
Although to be honest it's just not as funny as your poem.
Thanks for the read.
Mark
wae aye man ye radgie
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Hi Mark. pleased you liked it - and that's a neat quote.
