My Recent Poem

I WAS TALKING TO A SNAIL...

I was talking to a snail

Yes you may smile!

I saw a snail walking ( or should I say ) gliding

Near the rail

Not far from the major road

I felt sad

I said

Look dear fellow (assuming it was my sorrow)

Not concerned snail kept strolling and sliding

As slow...slow...as a night train

But the sun was shining

All around other  smudged  and crashed snails laid

Gone and dead!

Squashed

Things

Smothered leaving zig -zagging trails of glass prints

I said to  Honourable majestic  snail

Be warned , you be gone quick

But snail did not even blink!

So slow ...slow...slow...not bothered at all

With a large brown house on his back

(Or should I say her track)

Snails love it
That

Patient

Slow...slow... peaceful, trot

(C) F. Macha, London June 2012