Sheep and gnus

See how they leap;
rows of sheep — as
my sleep slips by.
Please tell how ewe
supply can grow
and not slow while
bedclothes strangle
I’m mangled and
wrangle: one, two
cobalt blue when
the gnus disrupt.

Reclining girl in sheep by Salvador Dali

I really struggled with the than bauk for Marion at toads. This turned out to be a weird little poem.

December 9, 2017

13 responses to “Sheep and gnus

  1. This is beautiful! I love the image of ‘rows of sheep’.. we are often led into the arms of imagination as we struggle to sleep 🙂

  2. Ha! Well, leaping gnus are a thing in Africa, though quite often they fall into the mouths of crocodiles! You certainly convey the perils of being a restless sleeper, and well done with the rhymes. This is very difficult to do.

  3. Oy, I hate it when I can not sleep
    thought I have never really tried to count sheep
    i just paint the back of my eyelids blacker and blacker.

    I did toy with the form a bit, but never really got anything
    out of it.

  4. A fun little poem, Bjorn. I like its turns, I’m wondering if your muse brought you the picture before you wrote. It’s a good match

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