The Umbrella Thief---or is he?
Poetry on misunderstandings
This for Mikeydredβs April challenge.
People often misunderstand good intentions.
βπβπβπβπβπββπβπβπβπβπββπβπβπ
Puddles
His black shoes splash
A smile under his brollyβ-
They say that he steals all of them.
He smiles.
βπβπβπβπβπββπβπβπβπβπββπβπβπ
Raining.
Drops falling fast.
Brollies left on benchesβ-
Not taken, but shielded by
His hands.
βπβπβπβπβπββπβπβπβπβπββπβπβπ
Man finds
Brolly folded
The canopy now dry
Its ribs sturdy, its shaft up straight
Sturdy.
βπβπβπβπβπββπβπβπβπβπββπβπβπ
This poem is entirely original. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
Comments (5)
Nice to read πΈ Good morning! May every moment of the new day be filled with peace, love and success. May God bring you countless smiles today. βοΈ
The Brolly Man, coming to a beach near you
Oh wow, I never knew an umbrella is also called a brolly. Loved your poem!
Such a fun read Michelle. Loved your poem. Well Done!!!
Ah this was such a fun little readβthe βπ sprinkling? Chefβs kiss! Now I lowkey wanna leave an umbrella on a bench just to see if he shows up.