Monday, January 01, 2007

A Character

She had to get in first,
By hook or by crook.
She’d always done things her way,
Independent, wilful, stubborn, impulsive,
A right character!

So it was no surprise,
When she plummeted from a tree,
After swarming up with simian grace,
To untangle a kite from grasping greenery.
Headstrong, but alas, not strong headed.

3 comments:

Steve Isham said...

Clever, coherent, funny ... great ending. Altogether one of your best. Did you consciously shape the lines like a tree? And is the girl OK? :-)

Inconsequential said...

I have to say, if it's taken in my usual idiom, the girl should be dead, but to be honest, as an object lesson, it matters not wether she is or isn't merely that she fell.

I have to confess, the shape is accidental, i have occasionally forced the words into shapes, which can work when everything is centred, again my preferred style...
I do like pieces to 'look' as well as read...though i'm not sure of what they should look like...

Inconsequential said...

ES - I think i'm gonna restructure your long comment and stick it up a poem thing :)

it's very good that way, it's a good ranty comment.

Thanks :)

oh, and I hope you don't mind me doing so :)