Prawns,
floating commas in
the tidal way of things,
eyes bulging the full stop
as the net drops.
We complain
sweet morsels are
a pain to peel,
much like meaning in
conversation over dinner.
Just don’t forget
to take the rubbish out.
Dead prawns like tide and time
wait only for
the exclamation mark.
This week’s poetry prompt is the letter T…what do you think of in connection with this consonant? Tea? Tee-shirt? Golf? Something else entirely? I’m really looking forward to seeing what you come up with and it would be great if you could add a personal comment or two. Perhaps why you chose to write the poem you did, or a little about how you approach the writing of a poem. I’ll share a selection of the submissions as Poem of the Day. Please email contributions to me at traffa-m(at)bigpond.net.au as a Word document attachment or in the body of the email.
Australian Children’s Poetry 