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Literature Text
1.
As she hangs her washing
a swarm of starlings wallop over, airbrushing a shadow.
A bed sheet nets a falling shit:
Cursing, she back-hands it off.
No laundry has been hung outside since.
2.
On all fours, he shadows her prowl:
Him on the lawn, her through the flower bed.
A hole in the soil farewells and welcomes happy wasps.
She twitches, crouches, stiffens:
‘No Suki!’ And the cat is carried away, scowling.
Later that day, Father telephones pest control.
3.
The older boy dumps handfuls of living sand into the nest.
They gasp in awe, as if from seats in the Colosseum,
until the orange ants are dismantled as poisonous aliens.
‘I told you the black ants would win. That’s two quid you owe me.’
No money is ever exchanged.
4.
Reaching through the fence, a clench of frustration,
her clean arm stretched to a grass-breadth of the ball.
On the patio, the snail mocks with his antlers;
he throbs towards the verge, a winner
until he is crushed by the shoe of her older brother.
Soon the ball is forgotten.
As she hangs her washing
a swarm of starlings wallop over, airbrushing a shadow.
A bed sheet nets a falling shit:
Cursing, she back-hands it off.
No laundry has been hung outside since.
2.
On all fours, he shadows her prowl:
Him on the lawn, her through the flower bed.
A hole in the soil farewells and welcomes happy wasps.
She twitches, crouches, stiffens:
‘No Suki!’ And the cat is carried away, scowling.
Later that day, Father telephones pest control.
3.
The older boy dumps handfuls of living sand into the nest.
They gasp in awe, as if from seats in the Colosseum,
until the orange ants are dismantled as poisonous aliens.
‘I told you the black ants would win. That’s two quid you owe me.’
No money is ever exchanged.
4.
Reaching through the fence, a clench of frustration,
her clean arm stretched to a grass-breadth of the ball.
On the patio, the snail mocks with his antlers;
he throbs towards the verge, a winner
until he is crushed by the shoe of her older brother.
Soon the ball is forgotten.
Tentative steps in ambiguity.
Original version:
1.
As she hangs out her washing
a swarm of starlings thump over, airbrushing a shadow.
A bed sheet catches a falling shit like a goal-net.
Cursing, she back-hands it off, more out of anger than laziness.
No laundry has been hung outside since.
2.
On all fours, he shadows her prowl.
Him on the lawn, her through the flower bed.
A hole in the soil welcomes and farewells happy wasps.
Except for her tail and her whiskers, she is paused.
‘No Suki!’ He picks up her astonished form and carries her inside.
Later that day, Father telephones pest control.
3.
The older boy dumps handfuls of living sand into the nest.
They gasp in awe, as if from seats in the Colosseum,
until the orange ants are dismantled as poisonous aliens.
‘I told you the black ants would win. That’s two quid you owe me.’
No money is ever exchanged.
4.
Reaching through the fence, a clench of frustration,
her clean arm is long but half an inch too short to retrieve the ball.
On the patio, the snail mocks with his antlers.
He throbs towards the verge, a winner
until he is crushed unnoticed by the shoe of her older brother.
Soon the ball is forgotten.
Edited on 4-11-06
Original version:
1.
As she hangs out her washing
a swarm of starlings thump over, airbrushing a shadow.
A bed sheet catches a falling shit like a goal-net.
Cursing, she back-hands it off, more out of anger than laziness.
No laundry has been hung outside since.
2.
On all fours, he shadows her prowl.
Him on the lawn, her through the flower bed.
A hole in the soil welcomes and farewells happy wasps.
Except for her tail and her whiskers, she is paused.
‘No Suki!’ He picks up her astonished form and carries her inside.
Later that day, Father telephones pest control.
3.
The older boy dumps handfuls of living sand into the nest.
They gasp in awe, as if from seats in the Colosseum,
until the orange ants are dismantled as poisonous aliens.
‘I told you the black ants would win. That’s two quid you owe me.’
No money is ever exchanged.
4.
Reaching through the fence, a clench of frustration,
her clean arm is long but half an inch too short to retrieve the ball.
On the patio, the snail mocks with his antlers.
He throbs towards the verge, a winner
until he is crushed unnoticed by the shoe of her older brother.
Soon the ball is forgotten.
Edited on 4-11-06
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As she hangs her washing
a swarm of starlings wallop over, airbrushing a shadow.
I love the alliteration in this and the placement of "a swarm" on the next line creates a lovely movement.
clench of fustration... =/
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a swarm of starlings wallop over, airbrushing a shadow.
I love the alliteration in this and the placement of "a swarm" on the next line creates a lovely movement.
clench of fustration... =/
This is a