Conversation Piece

CONVERSATION PIECE

Says Poppy to Tima
”….Climatology is an interesting topic
which might explain the chaotic weather
which is sending us all frantic.
In, out, out, in –
we don’t know where we are.
Grass is growing then it’s snowing –
it really is not fair,
and while I’m about it,
can we get rid of this pesky fence,
I want to come and play with you
but every time I try –
so vexing, I declare –
I hurt myself against the wire.”

 

Says Tima, the baby, to Poppy
”Don’t worry, dear, I’ll find a way;
to play is what we need to do,
so we’ll learn to climb or jump
or even fly right through,
on this I am hellbent.
Then we can chat about the weather,
gambol and frolic
until our hearts’ content.”

I came across the photograph on the marvellous Kitchen’s Garden blog, and felt that it cried out for a haiga or a poem.  I’ve carried it about with me for days, but nothing came to me.  Then the Meeting the Bar prompt at dVerse, is all about half rhyme, slant rhyme and the like – right up my street.  I entirely egree with the host that regular whole rhyme often turns a poem into doggerel, so there is no rhyme pattern in my poem, but the occasional full and half rhymes,  rarely where you would expect them.