Three Poems

“You should be careful,” I said,

There was a woman at the gym skipping with what looked like steel wire.

She was moments away from losing an eye. Or a foot.

“I think one of the Ninja Turtles had something like that.”

She had big headphones on and couldn’t hear me.

We were in the park, looking for conkers.

Avery was looking to challenge the 2002 Woodlands Primary School conker champion.

He picked up a green spiky ball from the floor and handed it to me.

“Oh, well done.” I said.

“That’s a Sycamore seed.” He said.

“Oh, that’s rubbish then.”

And I threw it away.

The other team handed us their answer sheet.

They were doing quite poorly in comparison, but there were only two of them. We had five.

Simon wanted to give them an answer for an extra point.

I said no. Drunk with power.

I wanted to keep all the points for myself.