Rosetta
She knocked on my door in hustings season,
To canvas support for her tribe –
Her eyes were so full of enthusiasm,
She held such a positive vibe.
She briefly ran down some policy bullets,
And proffered a leaflet or two –
For sixty seconds, I stood transfixed
As she painted a world anew.
My cynicism was ducking for cover,
My probing questions were lacking flesh
As she sparked a fire for change, any change –
Maybe hers, maybe others’, but something fresh.
And then she was gone to my neighbour’s door,
And I slowly recovered myself,
As I shuffled back into my hallway,
And dropped her flyers unread on the shelf.
Rhyming Couplets 