The Silver And Glass Pepper Pot
I was waiting for the final spin of the washing machine
and just happened to glance at the floor
when I thought something dashed behind the bucket,
so I took a look, just to make sure.
At first it looked like a sort of shadow,
something inoffensive and small,
but as soon as I moved the bucket away
it began to grow and grow, so tall.
In seconds its head and shoulders hit the ceiling,
its body almost blocked out the light.
It bent down and placed its face in front of mine,
my entire body shook with fright.
Its teeth filled mouth opened wide like a cavern,
I thought it was going to swallow me whole,
but instead it licked my face from ear to ear
the sweat from my frightened soul.
A loud bang from a back-firing car in the street
brought this creature instantly back to size.
I couldn't believe my luck so I ran into the kitchen
for a container to keep it minimised.
I wanted so much to gloat over its capture
and a pepper pot would be the ideal place.
It was still there in the corner of the utility room
and its fast capture cut down the chase.
The problem was, what was I to do with it,
should I ferry it far out to sea,
or just throw it in the recycling bin.
I decided to consider this carefully.
I was going away for a long weekend
and I would decide when I got back.
Until then it stood on the book case,
next to a silver framed photograph.
Whilst I was visiting friends and relations,
my house was burgled and trashed.
The pepper-pot prison was also stolen,
I fear the thief has burgled his last.
poem by Orlando Belo
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