I drop the
Small stone,
Small, grey, tingling marble swirl,
In a small, grey, muddy puddle,
Cat joins me, lapping
To catch the currents,
And ride the ripples.
Polly Robinson © 2012
Polly
Writings and Witterings
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26/01/2012 at 09:33
That is sweet…lapping the ripples.
26/01/2012 at 16:54
Given poetry writing is not my forte, the way you managed to use so few words to evoke such a vivid mental image is impressive. I really enjoyed this one. My hat’s off to you!