Monday 21st November 2011 4:18 pm
Is anything more fun
than a pillow fight?
Childlike, innocent, fresh, simple,
always ending in laughter,
sometimes in clouds of feathers
and parental protests.
You love the one you 'hurt'.
You laugh till nearly sick,
glad to be alive,
overflowing with mischief and glee.
Few things more painful
than the hissed venom of the 'grown-up' fight
lying on pillows of 'love'.
The end of day combat,
The slogging have-to-prove-the-point,
fight to the bitter end contest,
the eye-avoiding, sleep-robbing battle,
Striking the one on the next pillow,
With word after weary word,
hurting the person you love
in the place of love.
The I'm sleeping in the spare room fight.
because you lie and don't sleep.
Could but the rules of one pillow fight
apply to the other.
Feathers for weapons,
Hit but don't hurt,
No verbal punches,
love the one you're with,
fall on each other in joy.
Land soft blows,
while finding each other's eyes with love.
Maybe we need a mum or dad
to shout upstairs.
“What's all that noise?
Pipe down you two.
Go to sleep.”