Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #19

Have You Ever Met The Broomstick Man?
by Belinda Roddie

Have you ever met the broomstick man? I
have. He sits by the bus stop every day
and eats pickles straight out of the jar. He
really is like a broomstick - skinny like
a broomstick, matted hair like a broomstick.
Even his skin could match a broomstick's wood.
My mother was once friends with him, but he
doesn't like to talk very much at all.
He has difficulty stringing nouns and
verbs together and tends only to speak
in fragments. He once had a job as a
watchmaker and he made my mother a
beautiful golden pocket watch. So when
he dies, we'll wind it and remember him.