By Aarron Mondello
I wrote a little poem for “Droll” when I read it was the word prompt. Then whilst searching for a fitting feature image I find I had absolutely mistaken the meaning of the word.
I always though droll meant boring, colourless and dull. Google has informed otherwise.
But I have nothing else for tonight so I slightly adjusted my poem and I’ll share it with you anyway.
Dull is the life of the non-believer
The whispers of magic fall on deaf ears
The sun’s kiss never touch the skin of stone
Dull is the life of gluttonous beast
Masquerading honour as he feasts
Noisily sucking marrow from each bone
Dull is the life of empty eyed
Prince, just days after his father died
Bequeathing to him this weighted throne
Dull is the life of the lonesome Troll
In solitude he sits upon the knoll
And dreamily wishes for a long lost home
Dull is the lack of imagination
Stolen and missing is my salvation
Where has the picture in my mind gone.
Everytime I have written “Dull” it was originally “Droll” but upon reading the proper definition I don’t believe it fits.
Hopefully you enjoy it just the same.
Featured image found here