One evening at our poetry workshop Linda Baie brought a sackful of trinkets and spread them on a coffee table. Everyone was invited to take as many as they wished and use them as inspiration for a poem. I didn’t have time to finish mine before I left but here’s my offering to the effort, with thanks to Linda and fond memories of Poetry for the Delight of It, 2014.
David L. Harrison
No need to speed to intercede,
A centipede can neither read
Nor heed indeed if you should plead.
The centipede’s a greedy breed,
Its creed is neither seed nor weed,
It leads a bug to feed its need.
Never leaves until it’s peed.
Crude indeed the centipede.