This poem is an epitaph to the word ‘shard’ commonly considered to be one of the most overused words in poetry – I thought that if I use it as many times as possible in one piece I can close the door on this word forever!
She sheds her shards, in a shard of shards,
Want to shard? she shards shardily,
I recall she said we would tonight
If I played my shards right
I tremble at the sight of her naked shapely shards,
Shimmering like gossamer in the shards of night,
Shard I compare you to a Summer Shard?
I share shards of the bard, Shakespearian shards if you like,
I heard it makes the babes go all shardy inside
She lies down sharductively on the shard, which looks painful,
I shed my shabby shards revealing a not too shabby shard,
Well, aren’t you the shady shard she whispers,
Her shuddering shard shrieks in the shard light
To keep the shard from the door
I recite Beatles lyrics
It’s been a shards days night,
The shards shook themselves into shards
Until the earth was just shards of shards of shards
She fades away in a petit shard,
I think I’m falling in shard with you I gasp,
It’s just shard she says, you shardy boy,
I’m sure you say that to all the shards,
I shake my head, I would never
Shard on you I say
I notice the door is slightly ashard
Where her husband shards shiftily,
I want no part of this shard charade, this is all a sham
I’m not a swinging shard, shard aside I’m off! I shouted
But inside I am nothing but shards,
I shard out, shards streaming down my broken shard
She shardly notices as I leave the house forever
Never to shard again
A fitting epitaph
To a Summer of shards,
Soon to be a palimpsest
Nice work. Don’t know why, but I smiled while reading this piece
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Glad you enjoyed it Jenny 🙂
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