The mountains were made to make me feel smaller

I don’t ask them
what’s the weather like up there
because I can see it from down here.
I say Thank you, sorry to bother you
when they get me the last box of cereal
from the back of the top shelf.
When mountains sit in front of me
in the cinema I move seats
without tapping them on the head.
It doesn’t take much
to not ruin a lump’s day.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

Here it comes

Look! There’s grey and
a tiny bit of yellow and
grey and a bit of white
and lots and lots of grey
and some pink and grey
and necks and wings
and grey and are they
bald heads I can’t tell
because there is just
so much grey
but
here comes
the rainbow
to shake us
all up.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 27: KID AMONG THE PIGEONS

Game 1: Imagine a toddler running into a bunch of pigeons.

Game 2: You are the toddler. Write for 4 minutes about the experience.

Game 3: You are the bunch of pigeons. Write for 4 minutes about the experience.

Game 4: Stick the two poems together with a ‘but’, ‘and’, ‘however’, linking word of your choosing. OR, create a poem from alternate lines from each perspective.

Drafts

I’m going to fold you into a pretzel
after skipping down a ramp to Black Dog.
I’m going to flick your head wearing black jeans
and no t-shirt and black elbow pads.
I’m going to bop you on the bum.
I’m going to evaporate your eyes.
I’m going to peel your back skin off.
I’m going to post you to your past.
I’m going to count your ribs with your lies.
I’m going to strangle your hobbies.
I’m going to try.

© Carl Burkitt 2021