Wasps of honey? Maple trees
of French bassoons? Southend-on-sea
of Vegas? Dairylea of grilled haloumi?
Maybe.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,
salmon doubt their sense
of direction, boomerangs
change their minds.
Do mirrors dream of disco?
Balls, of Thierry Henry?
Do typewriters dream of poetry?
Yes, of course. Who wouldn't?
Comments
Kropotkin38 | January 15, 2008 - 19:51
Me! Is that the correct answer?
I liked this; it has left me wondering though what Southend dreams of.... I suspect Southend only has nightmares.
QueenElf | January 16, 2008 - 00:06
Not quite sure of the first line,but loved the rest.
HaiAnh | January 16, 2008 - 15:11
Thank you for your comment. You're my first - you deserve a prize! I'll dedicate the next poem to you (in a cheesy dj stylee) and it'll be a good'un!
I think Southend does indeed have nightmares. I met a man there once who sold his poems on the sea front for a pound. I wonder if he's still about?
Whatever you wish to be the right answer, is correct.
HaiAnh | January 16, 2008 - 15:15
I read it to some friends last night and one of them too was dubious about the first line, so I'll have to think about it a bit more. Thank you.
Sooz006 | January 26, 2008 - 15:06
I love the boomerang line. Good poem.