A girl passing under a window

Ducking, to throw a stone.

Boys would throw pebbles

And this can't be condoned.

Swan-fishing over a river,

A hook to every wing.

I should have stayed ashore,

Water was never my thing.

The chimney billowing smoke

Across a smouldering sky.

Grey against the rainbow,

And an Icarus trying to fly.

A dark knight, a blood-red queen

On an empty chessboard.

Alice, somewhere in a pit

Asleep, awake. She snored.

These events are unrelated

As my poems often are,

And still they go about fated-

A line for every hour.