Friday, February 06, 2015


The challenge for the poetry class
is to write about this packet of sugar,
but what can I say?

It's an example of crass American marketing
in its baby blue and white striped paper
with a 50s style American woman smiling
from the cover - very 'mom and apple pie'
like June Lockhart in Lassie

It doesn't belong here, on my colonial island.
It doesn't sing - like wind through the wires
at Windwhistle, doesn't stir and lurk the shorelines
like the two oceans that circle us
endless and tireless, waiting to engulf.

It's too much sweetness - like a buttercup
full of raindrops, from which fairies drink.


Blogger Chris Never said...

why would they ask you to write about such a thing ? lol

if they wish to inspire, give the writers something inspirational, mind you, you did very well with it :)

2:59 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol, yeah, weird aye. This poem was actually a dream I had, even weirder right? lol

12:25 PM  

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