There’s a statue in towns park,
that sits on the park bench,
waiting and waiting and waiting,
for what
nobody knows
but all I know is that he is waiting.
I sit and wonder
and ponder
about who he is?
About what he thinks?
If he is sad ?
if he is waiting for a train?
What is he waiting for? .
And then in the dark and dead of midnight
I snuck out tiptoe and sat next to him
and I told him my questions
and then I heard a creak
and he said
I wait for the one hundredth year to move again
I am cursed by the evil wizard Merlin
I love this form of poetry / writing. I love the way the end of each line forces a pause and reflection of the line just read. I love that the first sight appears to have been during the busyness of the day and the whole day has been spent (or longer) pondering with a quiet stillness of night the question is finally asked. Still leaves it with a new mystery but I would also have like the statue to have whispered the answer and for the rest of us not to know but just guess. I actually thought it was the inspiration poem as I started reading and was most of the way through before I realised it was your word challenge.
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