A tall tale of tittle-tattle

T is a terribly common but noble letter in it’s capital, with a tall upright and a horizontal teetering on the top. And tall is something I’ve wanted to be since I stopped growing and realised I’d never tower over anyone very much. But those of us who look up see so much more – the heavens, the clouds, with a sense of awe but perhaps resentment still burns quietly as I put together this triptych:


Topping the mansion blocks and church tower
telecommunications transmit tittle-tattle
and not so far away in a green park
a bear climbed the naked snag
petrified now, and pointing accusingly at the pollution
it hurls missiles to jam the airways
and restore silence

Written with little or no editing, and minimal planning  for Stream of Consciousness Saturday’s letter T


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