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.

A lie

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.

Giggle.

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.”

 

PS Check out http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/gallery/2011/apr/03/pillow-fight-day