It’s not true that I never played
with dolls
It’s also true that I played with
bats and balls
A wild child with unkempt hair
was me
Who loved climbing a special
mango tree
Spoilsport red ants would declare
war
Taking the gazelle form we’d jump
afar
Limbs were in place but if the news
got home by some dolt
Spanks were not spared to make
sure the child wasn’t spoilt
Long time ago all this took place
Seems yesterday as I ride time’s
crest
I’ve kept that child secured
inside me
Who often whispers about that
magical tree
Where that childhood still hangs
like fronds
And inspires with Nature to make
bonds
Sleepless
eyes
Work harder for a scoop
To
feed thousand minds drooling in wait
The more spicy the happenings the more is the
sale
Drunkard
causes Princess D’s demise?
Beehive world’s busy for
Breaking news
Sleepless eyes
Guard us on frontier
Desert storms and blizzards blow over
Enemy
bullets often snuff out these lives
Unsung they return home in coffin
No news channels for them
Our heroes
The poem is written in Triquain. Syllable
division per line is as follows:
3 - 6 - 9 - 12 - 9 - 6 - 3 (and so on)
Written for Mary’s prompt News @ dVersePoetics
