‘Spring and catapult yourself out
Of this prison,’ whispered a thought, ‘Go out
And spring a surprise on spring!
And the thought toyed with the spring
In his hands, forgetting to spring
And he still looks out of eyes
That to us seem full of hope! Eyes
Don’t hope or do anything else, because eyes
Are just eyes and not thoughts!
This poem has been published in ‘Tuck Magazine’ on 25 September 2015…
Note: This poem was inspired by a twitter story contest topic initiated by Westland Books. The tweet:
Westland Books ?@WestlandBooks: “Please share your imaginative and wonderful entries on this week’s theme #spring! Don’t forget to tag #story140 :)”
12 February 2013