Green Beans
would prefer to be swords,
each poised for a duel
with a knight
in vined armor.
The clanging of blades
nothing more than bean tapping bean.
Never cutting,
never causing harm.
The imagination of beans
hear too
the royal horses’
emerald whinnying.
each poised for a duel
with a knight
in vined armor.
The clanging of blades
nothing more than bean tapping bean.
Never cutting,
never causing harm.
The imagination of beans
hear too
the royal horses’
emerald whinnying.
This poem is copyright (©) Lisa Roullard 2024
About the Writer
Lisa Roullard
Lisa writes poetry for people (and possibly for animals too, although it’s hard to get a read on this). She resides in Salt Lake City, Utah, where she enjoys a view of the Wasatch Mountains on her neighborhood walks.
