A Hole For my Hip
Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2018 4:36 pm
A Hole For my Hip
I reached the old hut at the end of the day.
There wasn’t a bunk or a bed.
I thought, “I will crash on the floor right away” –
So weary, I felt almost dead.
But the floorboards beneath me were ruthless and flat.
Slumber could not gain a grip.
I rested my head on my jacket and hat,
But I needed a hole for my hip.
I found a small axe by the pile of wood.
I chopped at the floorboards with zest.
I thought, “I will sleep as a wanderer should.
Thank God for this axe, it’s the best!”
I lay down once more, but it still wasn’t right.
The sides of the hip-hole cut deep.
I knew I’d be in for a terrible night,
With scarcely much prospect of sleep.
So I made the hole larger. Oh, how the chips flew,
As the blade struck again and again!
I thought, as the hole for my hip grew and grew,
“Yes, now I will lie without pain!”
I tried to lie down, but I tumbled instead,
And fell through this bloody great hole.
I lay on the ground. Would this do for a bed?
Had I finally come to my goal?
I snuggled up warm where I lay on the ground.
I thought, “There is only blip!”
A place most conducive to sleeping I’d found...
But I needed a hole for my hip!
© Stephen Whiteside 21.07.2018
I reached the old hut at the end of the day.
There wasn’t a bunk or a bed.
I thought, “I will crash on the floor right away” –
So weary, I felt almost dead.
But the floorboards beneath me were ruthless and flat.
Slumber could not gain a grip.
I rested my head on my jacket and hat,
But I needed a hole for my hip.
I found a small axe by the pile of wood.
I chopped at the floorboards with zest.
I thought, “I will sleep as a wanderer should.
Thank God for this axe, it’s the best!”
I lay down once more, but it still wasn’t right.
The sides of the hip-hole cut deep.
I knew I’d be in for a terrible night,
With scarcely much prospect of sleep.
So I made the hole larger. Oh, how the chips flew,
As the blade struck again and again!
I thought, as the hole for my hip grew and grew,
“Yes, now I will lie without pain!”
I tried to lie down, but I tumbled instead,
And fell through this bloody great hole.
I lay on the ground. Would this do for a bed?
Had I finally come to my goal?
I snuggled up warm where I lay on the ground.
I thought, “There is only blip!”
A place most conducive to sleeping I’d found...
But I needed a hole for my hip!
© Stephen Whiteside 21.07.2018