Darts
Games and Aeroplanes
I wondered once;
The weight of this paper.
(Maybe half and *ounce)
And if folded to a taper,
It would become a dart;
To be held in the hand,
And on a convenient draught,
Would glide and then land…..
Or, perhaps it would wedge
In some unwelcome place?
(Behind a mirror; unable to
budge)
Then a tumble to the ground,
with such loss of grace!
At which point
Would this dart become a
plane?
(By competing boys, taking a
punt,
In some parlour game?)
On such a maiden flight,
Through a window it might
fly;
A loop-the-loop, on its
course it would flaunt.
with
just a tail, for you to spy!
*13
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Ralph Stott was born in Kent,
England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters. He studied design at the Medway College of
Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has
always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The
Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last
3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a
collection of short stories and has a second book pending called The
Sounding.
Interesting and unique write, Ralph. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
It is a wonderful poem. Visual and interesting.
ReplyDeletethis is a lovely and fun poem, brings up the childhood!
ReplyDeletethank you for all your kind comments. I often muse about such questions and follow it through, with a consonant rhyme or two!
ReplyDeleteRalph.