The Tale of Brulee
As she lay there, on the rear seat
of his truck like that ..
Her wheaten coat, did catch
the first few rays of our new spring
and damn me ..
If she did not look near golden ..
Just like
the burnished cloak of some
high Aztec priest he thought ..
And even from
that distance, he needed Ray Bans
for the glare ..
While she, did either feel or hear
or smell
the breeze of him approaching ..
And her rudder
started flapping both to and fro
and here to there ……….......... x
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: just in case you were wondering, this is about my dog .. or more specifically about her tail
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Comments13
Is it a dog?.... is it a plane?...... is it a bird?...... It's Batgirl..... no.... I digress......
Well Neville once again an engmatic challenge... I've read it three times and I can't get the image of a golden retriever laid on the back seat out of my mind. Wagging it's rudder of a tail.
A dog's tail can be the most destructive article known to mankind in the wrong circumstances.
Cheers DA .. she's a Border Terrorist .. was hoping to post a pic but for some reason am unable 🙂
Dogs know how to enjoy themselves, as the thirst for life shows. I just tell mines he's chipped, so he can take himself out and get lost and then found. lol
Don't they just ............................... cheers Paul ......................................... N 🙂
And as the truck moved off, there would be no more laying around. The joy of a dog in a moving vehicle......
................................................................................. absolutely .. thank you DD 🙂
love the image of that last line
'rudder' is such an apt wording..
I remember as a child
we had a huge Dane, dense black in colour
so black, it glowed
like a moonless night sky
and every evening, when my father
commuting back home
would turn the car
on to our street, half a mile
from our door
the barking would begin
so energetic, every night
as-if
trying to pull the car along those last few yards, a little quicker..
(if you're not some monster of a human
and love dogs
I consider you kin..
I'm simple minded, like that
unashamedly so!) lol
what a splendid review Mek ........................................ thank you brother ....................... N
Your pen paints her beauty so well Nev - -- a lovely read.............x
thank you Fay .................. hope that wrist of yours is getting better ........................... N x
Good write N.
Ta O 🙂
A beautiful poem about your dog, very descriptive. Loved it!
Both Brulee & I are pleased as punch ........................... thank you Christina8 🙂
Lmao... this was brilliant!
I have to take screenshot of my photos or they won't load 😉
Keep up the write my friend
Cheers Dan ................ n truly 🙂
What an image portrayed so finely! I almost saw the dog's tail just wagging back and forth. Very well done! ✨
thank you Rocky ........................................... and both kindly and true ................. Neville 🙂
Awe , and I thought it was a Golden Cocker Spaniel-
Lovely imagery, sun-kissed
She's defo a Border Terrorist ....................................... x
Neville,
…and I thought you’d be writing about a
crème brûlée you’d be enjoying after your walk with your dog.😉
Enjoyed the read.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura🌻
........................ Ummm you sure know how to make an old fella feel hungry Laura ....... & I thank you for it 🙂
Neville 🌻
bon appétit mon ami…🌻
Hehehe I had no idea! Until I read your comment about your dog. Very entertaining Neville.
thank you Roz .......................................................... N 🙂
What a lovely description of one of man’s best friend…most loyal at heart….felt nostalgic about my old friend who grew up with me and my cousins…it was a German shepherd…very well crafted dear Neville and thanks for sharing and you reignited my forgotten memories
thanks for visiting spills & I am delighted these words served as the catalyst for re-igniting some of those fond memories ................................ Neville
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