Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #384
We Played Croquet
by Belinda Roddie
We played croquet after a tea or two,
our shoes skidding on the manicured lawn,
the crack of mallets against orbs both blue
and red breaking the silence of the dawn.
We did this every sunrise, and once we
had woken up the neighbors, we retired
back to our bed to warm our chilled bodies
under a handmade quilt. You had been hired
as a receptionist, and I, poor fool
continued my vain efforts to inspire
the adolescents I taught at the school.
"Kiss me," I said, and yet, I was too tired
to kiss back. The remainder of the day
was gone to me after playing croquet.
by Belinda Roddie
We played croquet after a tea or two,
our shoes skidding on the manicured lawn,
the crack of mallets against orbs both blue
and red breaking the silence of the dawn.
We did this every sunrise, and once we
had woken up the neighbors, we retired
back to our bed to warm our chilled bodies
under a handmade quilt. You had been hired
as a receptionist, and I, poor fool
continued my vain efforts to inspire
the adolescents I taught at the school.
"Kiss me," I said, and yet, I was too tired
to kiss back. The remainder of the day
was gone to me after playing croquet.
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