Little Blue Car

“I couldn’t conjure snow in July and so my story went into the shredder. We’ll try this instead …”

I wrote this poem for the following prompt.
Sadje’s What Do You See – picture above

Little Blue Car

Little blue car sitting in the snow
The poor thing was ready to go
Buried in an avalanche of white
It vanished over night

With snow up to the roof rack
It couldn’t go forward or back
There was nothing to do but wait
For its owners to ski and skate

Then when the sun was felt
The snow began to melt
Allowing the blue car to emerge
Still sitting on the grass verge

With ice on the ground
The little blue car was found
It’s engine started with a turn of the key
Life returned to set it free

The little car hated the snow
And so home it would go
From then on it would decline
To go out unless the sun did shine



Thanks for reading my friends.

There’s more in the Poetry CornerPoetry Nook, and the Short Story Collection

Have a great day!

38 thoughts on “Little Blue Car

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      1. The snow is confined to the mountains where I stay – very pretty but only from afar! The wildlife is a real treat, but the ‘big five’ are also quite far away. Probably just as well, lions in the garden would be a little inconvenient!

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      2. Sounds majestic.
        Yeah, wouldn’t fancy mowing the lawn with lions sleeping on it.
        For me all the animals are special. I delight in seeing them all big, small and miniscule.

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