This week I am travelling back to the prose poetry form. I delved into my ever expanding collection of prose poems and booked these four travel themed poems to share.
The benefit of travel is that each time you strike out into the wider world, you are rewarded with stories. Such rich pickings for those of us who poet...
Prose Poetry From The Travel Zone
Brief Pelican Encounter
A woman holidaying in Florida endured a frightening collision with a pelican which flew into the side of her face while she was swimming. The woman’s cheek required 25 stitches. The pelican died. Fox News in their usual sensational reporting style ran a headline declaring 'Pelican Attacks Woman In Florida.' The woman from Ohio thought the pelican may have mistaken her for a fish.Fin.
Alan j Wright
The Ubiquitous Bob Marley
In London they say you are never further than eight feet from a rat at any one time. In the Caribbean you are never more than eight feet from the sound of a Bob Marley song! Bob may not be with us anymore, but his melodies strongly represent him wherever you go. Bob kept confessing that it was he who shot the sheriff. After seven days I wanted to shoot the sound system! It was the perfect excuse to lose myself in a pina colada or two.
Alan j Wright
Pig On The Loose
I watched in amazement as a pig fell from a moving motorbike today. It wriggled free from the young women passenger carrying it home from the Hmong hilltop tribe market. Said pig bounced conveniently on the grassy verge of the narrow mountain road before regaining its trotters and scampering off. I can only assume it went wee, wee, wee all the way home.
Alan j Wright
The Luggage Carousel
I have reached the inevitable conclusion that no matter how close I stand to the baggage carousel someone will feel compelled to take up a position directly in front of me. I am an obedient observer of the yellow line. My compliance does not serve me well. I see it, I stand behind it, conforming to airport expectations. Others, blind to the brilliant yellow line, press against the carousel, obliterating access with their lustful entitlement. A travel ban seems like an appropriate punishment for such a grievous infraction. May these carousel creepers never find their luggage. Suitcase purgatory in perpetuity.
Alan j Wright
LOVE these tongue-in-cheek poems and observations so much, especially your curse on the "carousel creepers"! Haha! I just got your amazing book and can't wait to dive in, Alan! Congrats on putting a wonderful book into the world!
ReplyDeleteAlan, these are so much fun. Your Bob Marley experience sounds much like mine, although I brought home "Jammin" and subjected my roommates to it for the next couple of months.
ReplyDeleteLove the "wee, wee, wee/all the way home", imagine that she who lost her pig did, too! We don't have yellow lines in the U.S. but we do have those "carousel creepers", those who never go to the end of the line, right? As for the pelican attack, one reason never to listen to Fox News, but if you do , just listen next to "Don't worry, about a thing. 'cause. . ." Sorry I had to respond to each one which made me admire you for bringing these travel delights to us! Thanks, Alan!
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