The Tuesday Birthday Poem Conundrum

This is the week I am supposed to add my piece to the Tuesday Birthday Communal Poem - a jazzy number in self contained stanzas:

So comments anyone? - will almost certainly decide something completely different and post the minute I get out of school - hopefully before 4 - in the meantime - why not check out all the other verses that this is riffing off - :) here at the 3rd-birthday-communal-jazz-poem I think I already said that....

(PLEASE NOTE THE ACTUAL POEM IS NOW IN - and is neither of the poems below - I think it's much better and its here - the 12th stanza - at the 3rd-birthday-communal-jazz-poem)

12

Breathe, Lily, the air is rising

the yarn is fresh

the night is young

for hunting

12.

Breathe, Lily, the air is rising

the meter fresh out of notes

so easily plucked -

for this night

we go hunting

cheers,
A.J.

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A New Skirting

Green petticoats ruffle the shore

frothy laughter dancing to and fro

around a traffic cone perched jauntily

on a well-dressed rock

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Across the bay a digger

tears old concrete apart

ready for the shiny metal corsets

to hide an old lady's unsightly shoreline.

Soon she'll be dressed in black,

the perfect evening wear

clinging to luscious curves

that will never breathe again.

A.J. Ponder

This is the dread poem I started working on two weeks ago.  And like any old lady, she's certainly had her whims and tantrums - not unlike the weather.   But she's a game old bird, and love her or loathe her, (or the new walkway around the bays to Eastbourne) the new version is a lot safer - at least for humans...

A.J. Ponder 

 A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores