deepundergroundpoetry.com

Oz, Down Under

(Written for Ode to DU poet comp)



The villagers gathered
at the courtyard gates--
would this be the day
he would speak?

There were no greasy-fingered
trolls
to harpoon, yet
they longed for a word,
any word,
to set their souls at ease.

"Perhaps he is out riding the boat," one said.

"Maybe he is stirring the Barbie, " said another.

"But the Bible says that no man
shall know the hour of his return,"  still another said.


The villagers nodded in agreement
amongst themselves.

"Hear, hear!  We shall wait!"  they decreed

And so they remained watchful,
hopeful,
that Oz would drop words
like bombs
into their minds.

"He will let us know, when!"

 (For Hemi)
MadameLavender
Written by MadameLavender
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 174
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:52am by Blackwolf
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:22am by butters
POETRY
Today 2:58am by butters
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:44am by Commentonly
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:40am by Sky_dancer
COMPETITIONS
Today 2:30am by Poetic_Strength