Archive | January 2017

The Glasses Ninja

It is the first day of 2017 and my target of ‘just write something’ has been achieved already. If you have read my last post you will know that I wrote six poems in 2016 but there was a seventh to come. I left it as I was focusing on ‘The Fifth Coin’, my novel from Nanowrimo. Well I thought I would get 2017 off with a bang and left my novel for one day to write the poem I was going to last year. It came quite easily, which probably means it is terrible. It is an ode to my seven month old daughter, in a way, as it is about the fact she keeps taking my glasses of my head. You can read it on wattpad in my collection ‘Bad Poetry you probably never want to read’ or alternatively, if you can not be bothered to click another link (and who would really!), you can read it below. Enjoy…

 

The Glasses Ninja

She looks so sweet and innocent

A beaming light of virtuosity

But she is waiting, biding her time

One glance in the other direction

Then she strikes like lightning

The cutest assassin there has ever been

It is like being mugged by a teddy bear

She starts with the rims

Sticky fingers on polished glass

“No, no, no,” she hears

Ignorance is bliss

Although she understands

She uses this to her advantage

But I am wise to her attacks

As I stare through misty lenses

She tries again, for the face, for the eyes

But I move as if I am in the matrix

Bending my head away from every grapple

I read her thoughts, react to her actions

Yet she is wise, wise beyond her years

I feel the deftest touch behind my ear

Is it a fly or just a brush of the wind?

They are gone again, my vision blurred

I search for what has taken them

Despite knowing who the culprit is

It is her, the Glasses Ninja

As I try to free them from the vise like grip

My cries once more fall on deaf ears

I tell myself I will be quicker next time

I will foil her plans

But alas, they are returned for but a few seconds

She has them again

Grasping faster than a bullet

More rapid than a speeding car

And so the cycle continues

Release from her grip

Clean off the smudges

Place on my face

Gone again

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