body of a beast
brain of a baby
lazing in the grass
gazing at a daisy
a crow comes to rest
and pecks the flower
eyes lock together
no flicker or cower
beast charges forward
with all his crude might
the crow watches on
then he takes his flight
legs thunder, wings glide
mouths wide open with glee
taking turns, they play
swooping fearlessly
an unlikely pair
they become good friends
till their time is up
and the playdate ends
This poem was part of my English Literature and Creative Writing BA degree coursework. I was awarded a 2:1 in 2023. I am now studying for an MA in Creative Writing. I think the stories should be read, rather than collecting dust in my Mac. So, for fun, I’ve posted them in their original form, unedited and imperfect. Please feel free to share your thoughts below.
Oh, and some are autobiographical, can you guess which ones?
Carolyne
