One Poem by Alun Robert

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

The German Pincher Growled To See Such Fun

I frolicked over furniture
sofas, settees, high chairs.
I marked my presence on rugs
from Dalaman and east Devon.
I ascended stair alps to creep
through massed yesterdays under beds.
I rummaged inside wardrobes.
Did they ever wear those?
I swam in the closet.
I surfed round the sink.
I abluted in the shower
not leaving too many stains.
I ran up fine velvets
of swallows and geometric shapes
encrusted with serifs
abstract in extreme.
I ran amok hence knocked
ornaments and polished brass.
Avoided millefiori treasures from Murano.
Some but not all.

I espy the German Pincher growl
over my misadventures of youth
from a shadow cast upon
the ochre paint, I spilt
as I alpha-male a glass top table
like the essence of my genus
front hooves hovering on the rim
disturbing a flirtation of flies.

When I become a stag
will life cease to be this fun?


Alun Robert is a prolific creator of lyrical verse. Of late, he has achieved success in poetry competitions and featured in international literary magazines, anthologies and on the web. He particularly enjoys ekphrastic challenges.

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