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.