Throw Pillow

On the couch they are decorative
fashionable accessories
brightening the living room.

On the sofa they are good
to support the back after a hard day’s work
or to lay one’s head on while sleeping to the TV.

They can be used on chairs
and beds
and even benches.

My mother had lots of throw pillows
Green and orange square ones on the couch
Red round ones on her chair.

But mother took the word too literally
and in her hands they took flight
across room with deadly aim.

Tease her
answer back

and the boy could find
a flying object on course towards
towards his head.

In my childhood we called them,
throwing pillows.


There you have it, this week’s poem – seriously mother was a dead shot with a pillow and we kids learned to never challenge her to a pillow fight.  Work on my poetry book continues, up to 31 poems done with just seven left on the list to write.  I am hoping to have the main writing completed by the end of March and then I’ll start on the editing process.  Haven’t really figured how I’ll do the editing, but I’ve got a month to work on that problem.

Another poem next week,


About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
This entry was posted in Mother, Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

15 Responses to Throw Pillow

  1. Reminded me of the ‘pillow tag’ game we played as children. Great memories. Thanks! Xx


  2. Wonderful poem and memories, too. Thanks for the smile and I wish you all the best with your poetry book, too!


  3. I think a lot of people agreed with your mother. They’re smaller than bed pillows and just the right size for their intended purpose.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I love that you zeroed in on this accessory and gave it life. Makes me look at things more closely…and that’s just what a poem should do.


  5. Only a month for editing? Himmel, it takes me years! But seriously, a well-stuffed pillow can be a painful missile when you’re a kid. One of my mates used to beat me over the head with one, so I remember. Actually, he used to get quite carried away. I think he’s in Broadmoor hospital for the Criminally Insane, now…


  6. Andrew says:

    wow – glad my mother didn’t wear high heels… 🙂


  7. My mom was a great aim as well. Watch out when she threw her high heels at you.


  8. Good luck with your poetry book.


Comments are closed.