Mix ‘n’ Match

Peering out at leaden sky

Most unpleasant to the eye

Raindrops chase down window pane

On sodden fields they leave their stain

Wild wind howling

Through keyholes hear it whistle

The countryside in the depth of night

Black as the hobs of hell

Yes winter is upon us

So this night he sets himself the task

of writing poetry with rhyme

Not having much luck

He thought, better I suppose –

Turn the poem on its head

Write a poetic piece

In ordinary language.

Poetry from The Man Shed

22/11/19