Thank you very much for visiting my blog. This is my response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. The two prompt words, to be included but used synonymously, are Ghost and Hollow.
My poem this week is about how I felt when 32 imposing bi peds came, in a never ending torrent, over the mountain ahead of me. My people seemed to think they were the best thing since sliced bread (if you like that sort of thing) but, to me, they were terrifying aliens invading my already anxious space. I was so confused. One minute we were having a lovely mountain walk and the next my male person was on the ground and there was some sort of commotion and then a v. v. v long wait. I was getting very nervous because I didn’t have a clue what was going on. Why weren’t we walking on and on to the top. Who were these people, carrying on with those things they attach to their ears, and why was my person all wrapped up and looking sad. What in heavens name was that thunderous noise coming from the sky.
Spooked, scared, defensive.
Ghouls in black and red attend
My crevice d person
By Ben, the dog poet © 2018
NB I’d better report that my person will be OK in a few months. I’m not so sure about me.
Here is what all Colleen’s other poets got up to last week
Love Ben xx