Murphy
written by: Lynn White
Murphy was a poodle.
He didn’t choose to be a poodle
and he certainly didn’t want to be a poodle,
but he was born that way.
It happens.
He hid it well.
No one knew.
Well, no one would have known
except
for the one time each year
when he was taken to a poodle parlour
and given a shampoo,
(oh, the horror of it)
and a clip…
a clip that made it clear
that he was a poodle,
probably with French poodle genes.
Quelle horreur!
His shame was enough
to keep him indoors for weeks
He emerged hesitantly,
always on a wet day,
where he could be sure
of finding mud to roll in.
Soon, he would feel like Murphy again.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes. Find Lynn at her blog - Poetry - Lynn White.
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