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Multiple Choice

This is my entry for today’s Poetics at dVerse
with Brian Miller tending bar …

Questionnaires

Climb the stairs

Take the elevator

– Options –

Moving walkway

[Airport delight]

Keep to the left

Run on the right

Choose just one

Four stabs to guess

More or less

– Choices –

Raised voices

Consequences

Apathy

– Freeze –

Possibility.

Report it

Retort it

Receive it

Conceive it

Deceive it

Retrieve it

Leave it

Be.

– Choose –

Polly Robinson © 2012

Moving Walkways at Manchester Airport


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Choice

JobCentre Plus - frontage

Written to the poetry prompt Workin’ For It by Stuart McPherson at dVerse

Choice

“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”
Confucius

Wonderful to choose
In life
Select
From options
Everyone
Gets the
Same chance
In this
Big dance

A step
To the right
Two back
To the left
One forward
Bereft
Gone wrong
Keep strong

If this one
Doesn’t pan out
Find another
You, your sister
Your pal, your brother
They’re two a penny
Easy to find
Can’t get one?
Never mind

Job centre
Benefits
All there for you
Took the wrong
Choice
Oh, silly you
Everyone
Gets the
Same chance

Polly Robinson © 2012


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Ludi Cereales – The Preparation

Plays
Were
Performed
In Republican Rome
At ludi.
That is
– Ludi –
Celebratory
Festivals
Or
Games.

Ludi glorified Gods;
Jupiter [for example]
Or wealthy citizens,
Sometimes
Politicians
Who wanted to
Proclaim
Special occasions:
Funerals
Or triumphal entries
[Don’t ask!]

The Gladiators came out,
Animals were baited,
Acrobats did their thing,
In an eclipse of literary drama.
Fescennine verses
Were staged
– Fescennina carmina –
Italian poetry,
The harbinger of
Satire and
Comic drama [oh yeah!]

Ludi Cereales,
A fertility celebration
Of Spring,
Honours Ceres,
Goddess of the fields,
Goddess of grains.
For eight days only!
Symbolic ritual demands
The release of foxes
With flaming brands
On tails [poor things].

We’ll have
No cruelty
To foxes
Here.
But offer
Milk,
Honey,
Wine,
After you’ve taken them
Thrice
Around the field.

Polly Robinson © 2012