
Any Time of Day
I am slippery
I am smooth
And I am top
.
I am made of paper
I have songs to sing
I am in a folio
Sometimes,
I am three in the wind
.
I am curved in places
I am a modern innovation
I’m always on the bottom
.
I am made of paper
I have stories to tell
I am a favourite of lovers
Any time of day
Some would do without me
Some would not
.
Sometimes I cover the ground
I am old as trees
Sometimes you see through me
Or sometimes, the broad view
Through the trees
And I will come to mind
Sometimes I am rain
.
I am made of paper
I have songs to sing
Sometimes, I am three in the wind
Sometimes, I am rain
Benita H. Kape © 4.4.2017
Today I’d like you to take some inspiration from Elgar and write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle of the “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” variety. You could choose a word, for example, “yellow,” and make everything in the poem something yellow, but never actually allude to their color. Or perhaps you could closely describe a famous physical location or person without ever mentioning what or who it actually is.