Jump Rope With Angel Wings - A Ghazal Poem by Lois Read

Blazing sun shimmers, red disk surrounded
as arrow-tipped brown rays snake out

a sword pierces a sandy bank, Excaliber
waiting for a prince to pull it out

green dragonflies hover frantically
as angels weep and thunder rumbles out.

Is there a baby in the wicker pram
or have the wicked fairies snatched it out?

Bloodcasters mean what they say. Be sure of the price you pay before checking out.

Jump rope with angel wings, no goal but joy.
Double dutch is difficult, takes some working out.

The big hand and the little hand both on twelve.
Now is forever and in the same as out.