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Around The World In Half An Hour.
larrylark

Plastic cutlass, ragged pants, tangled tattered braces,
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Grandma’s bloomers puff  like a sail,
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while I tripped  over my laces
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I set my face into flailing winds,
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launched my boat with a rusty old tin.
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Ploughed out onto the leafy lane
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which sat on the shore of my Spanish Maine .
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Breezy and fresh in the wind chilled weather
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spray whipped up round dustbin lids.
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Waved as I navigated Reverend McCall.
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Picked  orchard apples to use as cannon balls,
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my rudder now a furrow in the puddle of my sea,
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I who was Pugwash, boson, capitaine,
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felt in that moment deliriously free.
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Wind sang then moaned like Italian sopranos,
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through mists, fogs, squalls, and doldrumming heat.
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Driving over cobble stones, head jammed in bobble hat,
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my sea dog barking to frighten every alley cat,
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hoisted skull and cross bones from the handle of my cricket bat.
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I who was submarined, starfished and jellybeaned,
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tin tack catapulted through imaginations door.
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Down to sea shanty town, blaze from a bonfire,
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warming my backside like “Smudgers” splintered cane.
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Then headed back to port, soot blackened, dust sloughed,
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my school trousers holed on each and every knee.
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I’d puffed on a Woodbine searching for my coast line,
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but was soaked to the skin by a sudden squall of pee.
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There stood Grandpa firing at the back yard
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as I anchored my wellies and went inside for tea,
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Crikes! I’d lost Grandma’s bloomers through being all at sea.
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26 Feb 07


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enjoyed thanks
 — unknown

Dear Unknown

I enjoyed that you enjoyed

Larry enjoy Lark
 — larrylark

nice employment of rhyme, slightly hidden but there all right. please know that this is a good piece. i am glad i found it.

i wanted to say, that i like the rhyme. i like it because they say that good rhyme shouldn't be forced and this isn't at all, it comes so naturally for you here.
 — listen

Dear Listen

no one understands and cares about my poetry the way you do and i feel anointed  by your perceptive comments

Larry with thanks Lark
 — larrylark

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