Pass The Parcel
Passed
Around
She’s
Unwrapped
Everyone
Falling
Into the
Trap
That
They may
Have won
A prize
The
Scrumpled
Paper
She will
Pick up
Repeatedly
Smooth out
To stand
Proud
In her
Paper hat
Her wrappings
Have now
Gone
Bar one
Be careful
With that
Last
Sellotape
Layer
It’s
The one
Holding
Her together
Lynn Hamilton
Fri 30th Oct 2015 12:52
Hello David
Thanks, again, for reading and taking the time to offer your insightful comments.
Sometimes, I don't actually know exactly what I am writing about it just comes out but I do think you have summed up the gist of the poem very well.
I love the fact that you picked up on the 'pack animals' aspect of the piece as 'gang rape' did cross my mind when writing.
Lynn x