Stairs
first step turn jump
second step turn jump etcetera
fifth step turn jump skid
across the hall’s black and white tiles
on the black rag rug
sixth step turn
flex your knees
shuffle your feet
want the arrow thrill
of leaping in the air
but your feet stay put
and the butterflies
in your belly won’t stay still
fifth step turn jump
ooh Robbie – I am going to play devil’s advocate – what if you start with the sixth step?
Thanks, Sarah!
I’ve given up trying to post finished poems… I’ve realised it’s just not the way I work best… but I’m really glad that small ideas might grow into something bigger with the help of other StaPoWriMoers.
Ta again!