Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Peer Pressure

Standing on the edge, mistaken idea,
Looking down, seems so far,
A voice sounds out,
“Jump!”
“Go on, jump,
No point going up if you ain’t gonna do it!”

Poised on the edge, as below,
A crowd gathers, a chant begins,
Jump, jump, jump!
Jump, jump, jump!
Jump, jump, jump!

So, with more of a step than a jump,
I make a downward plunge,
Splattering cheering crowd,
With cold water spray,
As I windmill and strike,
Placid pool waters.

3 comments:

Drizel said...

Gosh.....like the jump jump making it loader in my brain....wonderful.
O my Gran always said if they jump in the fire, will you follow.
Thats why I am such a rebel, my Gran indoctrinated me...whoohoo....GOOD once again.;)

Russell CJ Duffy said...

trickster

Inconsequential said...

Thanks CJ :) That was the idea....
I guess my usual style would have needed an empty pool...

hmmm...maybe next time...

Etain - had to do 'louder' words, as I couldn't work out how to do the slow to fast chant that gets all fumbly at the end...if you know what I mean...it would have fitted with the cheering better...

oh well, in some respects poems are so limiting!

:)