Adaptibility

By Itane Vero

Sat, 23 Dec 2017
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That is how it comes into being. One day I

open my front door. The river flows inward.

 

To say that I am totally surprised wouldn't

be fair. I have already been warned several

 

times. The water was already up to me neck

more often. This time there is no stopping.

 

The river is buzzing, puffing and scuffing

like it just has been created. Within seconds

 

the house is flooded. It takes a while to get

used to a river in your room. And of course,

 

the IKEA cabinet can't be saved. My kids

use the stairs as springboard. My wife learns

 

how to snorkel as lead-up for our holidays

to Curaçao. And I? I drown in the swampy

 

days, I bob on the soggy nights. On hopeful

mornings I surmise an Ark at the front door.

 

 

Certificate 12
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

Some of the imagery in this is very effective, and the poem as a whole seems to come alive, in fact, when the river arrives 'buzzing, puffing, scuffing'.  The dry humour (oh, that's a daft thing to say in this context, but I can't think of a better way to describe it!) also works very well.  

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I really like this - how the lines are spaced out, the imaginative words and how it makes you think of things.