Heres whats swirlin today in our Poetry Forum... Poisoned Rat by Contributing Poet, Paul Tristram We found him laying in a back lane down The Melyn, six or seven of us barely teenagers and fascinated. An old English Professor, who always smoked a ‘Sherlock Holmes’ pipe whilst walking (And who normally could not stand the sight of any of us!) stopped to chat and have a gander. As we slid a piece of cardboard under him and lifted him off the cold, hard concrete and took him over to some long grass behind a nearby church laying him down safe out of the way of angry feet and whirring push-bikes. He was the biggest specimen that I had ever seen, (then or since!) about the size of a size 10 boot and that’s without the tail. Ancient face all scarred up but they were all old, healed marks and apart from that he looked perfect except he did not move at all nor gnash his ferocious teeth at us. Instead he just lay there upon his side, breathing rapidly and watching us with his shining, intense, clever ebony eye. We all came back the next morning but he was gone, body still there rigid but the spirit had escaped and run far off. We stole a shovel from a nearby garden and buried him and Damien said a prayer and with our little lesson in death over we went looking for girls to try and learn about something else just as important. © 2014 To read MORE mad poetry, please visit MadSwirl!
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 23:19:47 +0000
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