WHIMSY

 

I took ol’ snail upon a trip
Upon the live-long sea
Ol’ snail she is so silent,
More silent, still, than me.

We wander forward on the tides,
And wander back in time,
But all upon a Tuesday-drear
Ol’snail she speaks in rhyme.

With metaphors a-plenty,
Right on the cusp of time,
Ol’ snail becomes ye old March Hare
And leaves us all behind.

 

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John Marks

Sun 4th Dec 2022 17:25

Thanks Uilleam and Hélène. I'm glad you liked it.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sat 3rd Dec 2022 22:19

Ol’ snail becomes ye old March Hare
And leaves us all behind.

I love those last two lines.

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