Throw Pillow

Posted on 03/01/2015 by Andrew Reynolds

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
disobey

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,

Andrew

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.
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15 Responses to Throw Pillow

  1. aranislandgirl says:
    03/03/2015 at 1:53 pm

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

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  2. lscotthoughts says:
    03/02/2015 at 8:13 pm

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

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  3. Jacqui Murray says:
    03/02/2015 at 3:40 pm

    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.

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  4. Victoria C. Slotto says:
    03/02/2015 at 9:59 am

    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.

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  5. frederick anderson says:
    03/02/2015 at 1:08 am

    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…

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  6. Andrew says:
    03/01/2015 at 10:10 pm

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

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  7. 2015chronicles says:
    03/01/2015 at 10:09 pm

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

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  8. thespiritkeepers says:
    03/01/2015 at 7:05 pm

    Good luck with your poetry book.

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