Poem Of The Week | Coronation By Hannah Summers
Coronation
By Hannah Summers
My gaze sticks
to the bubblegum hilt
poking out the bush, shaft
sheathed in shrubbery.
I tug too hard
for the trifle,
take an impotent
step back,
brandishing
my foam Excalibur
(rather floppy)
at the pigeons.
They are unruffled.
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