Monday, 21 April 2014



I was never too hot
on hopscotch.
I was rather more interested
in walking, one
foot in front of the other foot
like a fox, or reading,
or in any other damn thing
that didn’t involve hopping.

I never got the rules.
I couldn’t throw the stone,
or gauge the distance
with half closed eye
like the girl in 4Y.

I scowled at the game.
Sat instead and read a book,
hiding the grey secrets of my home.

1 comment:

  1. We had to kick the stone forward, no throwing, while on one feet.
    Almost there now.