Hi everyone, I don’t know if my holiday snaps are metaphor friendly, but we can at least have a go at a poem. See the shot at the top of a mountain/hill in the Lake District, while we were stood up there a fighter jet zoomed past beneath us. We could have waved at the pilot had we heard him coming
Over the moon under the bridge,
watch out for my wake.
At mountain’s peak I point and look.
on bars I hang upside up and upside down.
Ponies come to say hello
I ponder my catch and my wet feet,
then pull a rainbow from the sky
Is anyone brave enough to think up a metaphor? Or are we all still in holiday snooze mode (completely acceptable around here)