Shocked at the sight
Of an uninvited drain-liver
Inside,
I pulled the face of a Gargoyle
And made a loud "Ugh' noise.
He plopped over my hand
In the shadows
A good six inches.
We played that game of 'statues'
Like at school - turn away
Move.
He proved a match 'till I caught him
Mid hop in my
Mop-bucket,
Like a rubber toy I once had,
He dived upwards all slime,
Scaring me with the sudden
Rigidity of his blob-body.
I took him to the door
And put him out like Tom
For the night.
A slimy toad in the drizzle of a
Cold midnight
Jumping.
I knew he would never be
A fairytale Frog:
A handsome prince.
Jane Sharp
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Jane Sharp has lived in Vrahassi, a mountain village in Crete, for the past sixteen years. She has been writing poetry for a lot longer. Her poems have been published in magazines, read on the B.B.C. and have won prizes.
