K – Kleptomaniac Doctor
Kleptomaniac Doctor was inspired by an exercise prompt on my first creative writing course with the Open University.
Kleptomaniac Doctor
A registrar skulks into the ward,
his eyes sweep the area for a high-class reward.
Something bleeps on the locker to his right,
big buttons with large numbers bellow bright–
‘Aha,’ he bleats, ‘an old man’s phone,
how I’d like that as my own.’
His pocket itches for this prize,
he slides the new gem deep inside.
He empties his plunder at the end of duty–
…posse of phones, cuddly cutie,
pens, coasters, a tailor’s tape measure,
wristwatches, and his greatest treasure,
savoured for later when his shift is done,
a sticky but stale, piggy-pink iced bun.
K – Kyrielle
Kyrielle pronounced keer-ee-él is a French form with a four line stanza. Each line uses eight syllables and the fourth line is a refrain – chorus like. (John Drury, The Poetry Dictionary)
Oh, naughty doctor! Love this.
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Thank you. It started off as a piece of flash fiction.
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Works great as a poem. And it cheered me up.xx
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Thank you, Maureen. Glad it cheered you up. X
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