Sweet Gum Balls
Sweet Gum Balls
There on the ground,
abundant and free,
small spiky balls,
gifts of the tree.
Like porcupine eggs,
or a wee knight’s flail,
they’re perfect for making
your enemies wail!
They’re not really gum,
but they are a sweet find.
I stuff them in my pocket,
then change my mind.
I did actually put one in my pocket to bring home. That’s how I got the idea for this poem. Usually I write the first line first, but this time I started at the end.
© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2014, all rights reserved
Cute poem. I love the idea of porcupine eggs! Great image.
I like this, and I also find it interesting that you started your poem at the end. I like learning how other people begin to write their poem. Thank you.
Ouch! This truly was a “pocket” poem. = )
Good point! I should have saved it for the 24th. That’s poem in your pocket day, I think.