Tonight's Poet Corner: Shower of Cards
Shower of Cards
by Belinda Roddie
They turned on the spigot after I said,
"Hit me," and all the spades dove like sharp hail,
and the clubs rattled my back as they clattered
to the tile below. And as I struggled to snatch
a good hand, I noticed that, while the diamonds
cut into me deeply, there was not a single heart
to be found in the flood, and I was left half-drowned,
black and blue and with very wet lines of red.
I lost everything in the deluge, and they laughed
so hard that king's tears sprang from their eyes.
by Belinda Roddie
They turned on the spigot after I said,
"Hit me," and all the spades dove like sharp hail,
and the clubs rattled my back as they clattered
to the tile below. And as I struggled to snatch
a good hand, I noticed that, while the diamonds
cut into me deeply, there was not a single heart
to be found in the flood, and I was left half-drowned,
black and blue and with very wet lines of red.
I lost everything in the deluge, and they laughed
so hard that king's tears sprang from their eyes.
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