Maggie’s Sonnet

Posted on 2016/08/29 by

maggie running.JPG

Dark silk fur flows
’round her soft body,
perfectly curled
for lapdog duty

but fumble the leash
and she’s a black flash,
low to the ground
like a chubby hovercraft.

I run in futile chase
fueled by dual fears
of distracted automobiles
and short-tempered gun-nuts.

Maggie runs, knowing only the joys
of freedom and speed.

 

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Maggie’s Sonnet

  1. Little Monster Girl says:
    2016/09/22 at 21:16

    Maggie is a good dog! 😄 great poem!

    Reply
  2. okkaaussieabroad says:
    2016/11/13 at 20:40

    lol “and short-tempered gun-nuts” great iambic pentameter especially for a poem about a dog. very clever!

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s