stacks of leaves
big immovable heaps
raked n'piled
leaves in an acre
of forest debris
days work for the novice
punishment
a lesson from the Abbot
novice and nun caught
in a quick corridor kiss
Tired Monk sees
leaf blower hums to life
blasts these troubles away
Good one OO. Leaf blower, a short-cut. A napping Abbot means a cigarette on the lips and brandy in the pocket.
ReplyDeleteThe Tired Monk is clever. This reminds me of something Hamlet says to Ophelia "Get thee to a nunnery!" Huh.
ReplyDeleteNice, though. I really like 'stacks of leaves/ big immovable heaps'. It's a really good way to describe them.
Oh I so need a leaf blower!!!!!! Wonderful leafy poem! Love the quick kiss between the nun and the novice......thanks for the smile this morning!
ReplyDeleteVery nice...spent some time in nunnerys...so enjoyed them....never did committ however...it was the poverty vow...I wanted to own my leaf blower....love it....bkm
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