The Inside
January 22, 2013 at 5:47 pm (literature, Poems, poetry, Shropshire, Stories) (animals, humans, imagination, life, poem, poems, poetry, snow, stories, world)
I have done a lot of thinking
about the inside of things.
.
Today I built a dome
one foot square
and solid snow.
.
Inside were the animals
I would have made
if the snow didn’t
get stuck on my gloves
and crumble in my hands.
.
a moose
and a mole
.
The moose had long, strong legs
and an intelligent, wet nose.
He put his head down
into the snow
and nuzzled
until he found a piece of green,
then chewed thoughtfully
whilst contemplating the upstairs window.
He seemed surprised
that humans
have such long legs
they need windows that high up.
.
The mole poked his snowy bonce
out of the tired ground
and peered with blind eyes
upon the bright sky.
I think he was glad
I would have made him.
.
I have thought a lot
about the inside of things.
unfetteredbs said,
January 24, 2013 at 11:24 am
I like your thoughts Julia
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 24, 2013 at 5:31 pm
and I yours Audra. Are you taking your little dog to college this weekend? I loved his picture.
unfetteredbs said,
January 24, 2013 at 9:33 pm
No. We will take the dog when it is warmer. It is hard to visit with the dog when it is cold. No where to take the beast 😉
julespaige said,
January 26, 2013 at 4:43 pm
We finally had some snow (here) yesterday.
I brought some inside…the kitchen
for my grandson to play with.
I formed little round mounds for him to squash.
Your thinking of inside and out…is enchanting.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
January 26, 2013 at 4:53 pm
Ah, thank you. Our snow is thawing a bit now – very soggy 😦
nobodysreadingme said,
January 28, 2013 at 12:54 pm
Lovely. I very much liked this.
and the sheer silliness of the long legs/upstairs window made me smile