Monday, 20 December 2010

Cushions

Laura has challenged me to write a poem about this.  She's promised to write another one in response.  This may be rubbish and rather self-indulgent, but here goes...

Cushions

I used to hug you,
many moons ago,
when we lived together.

But those days are gone,
and now I hug you
hardly ever.

I used to squeeze you
while I sat on the sofa,
watched telly or read.

But then I moved out,
and you went to live
with my old flatmate instead.

And now that you're not
on my sofa at home,
when I see you somewhere,

I forget to hold you,
I simply sit on you
as if you weren't there.

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Over to you, Laura...

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3 comments:

  1. I'm sorry but it made me laugh.

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  2. Then my plan is working...

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  3. Check this out: I wrote a response, then read it to my mum, who then spontaneously poured out her own ode to cushions.

    http://lauralikespeas.blogspot.com/2010/12/cushions-response.html

    http://lauralikespeas.blogspot.com/2010/12/cushions-mums-response-to-my-response.html

    ps. No Phil, no, you've got it all wrong. Poetry is a serious business, never to be mixed with laughter.

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