Trampoline

This poem started as a "Golden Shovel" - a format where you take a line of a poem, song or book that you like and use the words to be the last line of the poem.

I did that, but it didn't seem right, so I tweaked it. The original phrase is in there, but can you spot it?

Trampoline

After Paul Simon

A trampoline.

She knew that there's a place
for a trampoline in a garden
for kids. Boy or girl -
either would love to revel
in the joy that every new
tumbling sensation bought to a child.

In York she had grown up outside
the old city walls but never with a garden.

Her phone rang.

Who was ringing her? Nobody calls
her in the morning. She felt herself
go cold as the voice said the treatment
had failed. More tests. This wasn't human.
Not again. She couldn't do it again.

She never did buy that trampoline.

Tim Fellows 2020

Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay