G


Day 9 of #NaPoWriMo.

I am writing a poem a day (more or less) for each letter of the English alphabet. You can read the first six here:

A B C D E F

'G' is derived from the same throwing stick symbol as 'C'

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G

…gosh!!

You go down to the ground again
to get a closer look – to have a gander at this gift. 
In fact the club is not just iron: 
its edges and corners are gilt. They glint gold against the green.
Then again, there are gaps through which
you glimpse bare wood – and you gradually recognise –
it’s the same stick you flung over the house!
Brought back armour-clad,
metallurgically guarded and graced.
You gather it up. God, it feels good.
It hums in your grip.                        
and for the first time you can hear its song ringing clear in your thoughts. It comes through in a perfect chord:
“I’ve got to go back to guard the garden. I am the guardian”
So you give it back to where it came from,
and it glides in a glorious arc
and it lands in the grass.

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