Flashing Blue Lights
Flashing blue Lights
You pull me over
Bawl me out
Driving without due care and attention
A danger to all around me
Guess I was pushing my luck
Cutting up a copper
On a roundabout…
‘Wing mirrors are made for looking in
Sat Navs an idle distraction’
I listen to the lecture
Shake in my boots
Bat my eyelids
The hint of a tear
All pouting apologetic lips
‘I was just trying to find my way home…’
You melt
Candy floss on a rigid stick
Then send me on my way
Except it doesn’t really end there
I’m still careering round roundabouts
A danger to all around me
One day I’ll knock myself down
There’ll be no pieces to pick up
Just a dark smudge
On an asphalt road to nowhere
No flashing blue lights
Isobel
Wed 25th Aug 2010 18:15
I would agree with you Ann but direct speech rarely makes for good poetry. I paraphrased what the copper said which is why I didn't use full speech marks. It works better for me but I hear what you are saying. Glad you liked the poem - it was a bit of a different one for me. x