Thrown: A Cadralor Poem
It all started because we were
throwing snowballs into hell.
What were the chances that
we’d actually break a window.
We pitched pennies at the wall
in the coat room. My coat was red.
Mum knitted my mittens. Also red.
She stitched them to my coat sleeves.
Why can’t girls throw like boys –
Are their arms born different?
Image: The Key to the Fields by Rene Magritte, 1936; Brussels, Belgium, Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum. Music: Instrumental by Brian Crain, Childhood Memories . A Cadralor Poem (5 unrelated stanzas) ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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