To an evening adventure….a poetry society workshop. We listened to poems about objects and then had a crack at making poems about some of the fascinating objects tha ad been brought along… I chose the glove stretchers…

Madness, really

The lengths we go

Skin held tight tight

So blood won’t flow

And tools invented

That actually prevented

Movement.

Fetching.

Stretching

Once on

The kid would grip

Dainty dancing tips

Of fingers numb

Their wearers dumb.

As yet

No etiquette

For bare hands

To run the gauntlet