I enjoy poetry. I like the imagery it evokes and the magic it creates. Poems are humorous, full of wit and giggles. Poems teach and enlighten. And, poems touch hearts.
Now and again, I dabble in a bit of poetry. Piddlyzogg is one such creation. It’s fun to play around with words, getting them to rhyme together—oui, mon ami, word juggling can be heaps of fun!
The following is a poem which I wrote while in college. It earned me a prize. I remember feeling quite chuffed about it. Indeed, my Oscar moment! Moreover, it greatly encouraged me to write further. And for that, I am most grateful. Enjoy…
The Midnight Prowler
It was cold, windy and ‘twas dark
Nothing was heard, but a dog’s bark.
In the night stood a dark figure
Then it moved towards the door.
Inside the room, he quietly crept
With bated breath at every step.
He searched for it, it must be found!
So silently he looked around.
His eyes slowly scanned the wall
He peered at the cupboard that stood so tall.
Opened the drawer and for it sought
Perhaps it’s here, so he thought.
But nay, ‘twas not and so
He rummaged through the boxes lined in a row.
Hanging on his brow were beads of perspiration
As he continued his search in utter desperation.
His hands were clammy and his mouth was dry
But not on his life would he give up and cry.
He glanced around and his eyes did fall
Upon it—he had found it after all!
Now, all temptation he tried to resist
But the yearning continued to persist.
Temptation was too much for him
As he took the biscuits from out of the tin.
All little boys sometimes hungry get
Be it morning, evening or even midnight!
Maloquacious © 2012