I did a fumble
And then a stumble,
And followed this with
A forward tumble,
I think I’ll rest here
Now on my bumble.
© Susan Joy Clark 2021
Yesterday, I was carrying a puppy down my deck stairs and tripped on the final step onto concrete. I seem to be okay other than some “road rash” and bruising, but it is more painful than I expected. I wrote this little ditty for you. At least, my sense of humor seems to be intact.
You don’t want to hear my sad tale,
It was not too pretty a sight,
Cover your eyes and close your ears,
And don’t let me give you a fright,
But I wound Dad’s wound in towels,
After a big dog took a bite.
© Susan Joy Clark 2021
This poem was written in response to dVerse’s Monday quadrille challenge. I’m not sure how I feel about this poem. It has a strange, almost silly feel for such a serious incident. Then again, a graphic retelling would be far worse, I think. I guess it fulfills all the requirements which is 44 words, no more or less, and the homographs “wound” and “wound.”
When I thought about “wound” and “wound,” this is where my brain took me. I did not know I would make the incident a subject of poetry. 😛 Dad and I were bitten by a dog in mid-August. My injury was more minor. Dad required two surgeries for his wound, but he is doing just fine now. We are thankful to God there was no major damage to joints or structures of the hand.