Hello, lovely people!
I wrote this in about five minutes. There is no crossing out in my notebook, I circled all the words and made sure there were nine of them, that ‘plates’ had not been misread and actually said ‘pilates’ etc. I stopped my timer…it had nine minutes and eight seconds left on it!
Do I know what the speaker is talking about? Heck no!
She reminds me of the aunts in Practical Magic, though. I can see her in long skirts and a shawl, picking her way through the grass in the dark…
Don’t let me colour your view, however, you may see someone different!
Snowman Plates Options Outsiders Racehorse Sheba Displayed Rabble Cona
We brought the snowman plates
As the numbers involved
Didn’t leave us many options.
(And besides, they are cute)
To outsiders, we must have appeared
A bit strange in our get-up;
Leading our old racehorse
Across the darkened field.
But Sheba was used to being displayed,
And likes trotting after us.
We are less of a rabble
These days, than before in Cona.
I like this poem, but I need to know where/what Cona is and what is going on!
Any ideas you’d like to share?
What conventional scene should I have pictured from these words…any horsey readers care to weigh in?
Again, I’d like some ponderings from you in the comments 😉
April 4th, 2017 at 10:59 pm
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