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"A" Splash


"A" SPLASH

(An exercise in "a")



Splash splash - sand at hand.
Mama, Dad, Pat and Sam.
Play games, make sandcastles,
Dance and camp.
Races, matches, darts and dashes.
Lads and lasses at lake paddle.
Warm days pass - sprays and splatters
Ah! Happy days!

At battle, army lad - shatter, smash.
Take all. Slay all.
Waste away masses.
Shake pain. Stand. Attack.
Stab stab stab
Face gnashed. Car crash.
Splash. Scarlet dash.
Harsh hands
Scratch scratch scratch.
Fate damned.

At last, Calm.
Stand, stare at vast waves.
Strapping, tall splashes. Salty taste.
Splash splash splash.
A sad statue at stable pace.
Advance away, army lad.

Waves take haste
Rapids gyrate
Gasp and pant
Sharp rasp
Aghast
Agape
Call and wail
Hands raised
Sapphire haze!

All Black.
A final splash.


- Maryam Kaleem

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