Prose poem
Darting spurts of neon delight in pursuit of the elusive shell ahead. Who will make the catch tonight? Shades of blue will make shady boys. Hues in pink will result in twirly girls. And the yellows and greens will make great inbetweens.
Pinpricks of colour in the distance fade. Has a catch been made - only this question remains. In nine months time all shall know. Was it the blue the pink or the bright yellow?
No comments:
Post a Comment