Parole
Trapped![]()
deep
in
a
hole
the
color
of
coal.
Too
tight
to
stroll,
no
room
to
roll.
Bereft
of a
pole,
can’t
grasp
my
goal.
Do
I
hear
a
troll?
I’m
losing
control!
It’s
taking
a toll….
Found
a loophole!
Drum roll…
I’m a mole!
deep
in
a
hole
the
color
of
coal.
Too
tight
to
stroll,
no
room
to
roll.
Bereft
of a
pole,
can’t
grasp
my
goal.
Do
I
hear
a
troll?
I’m
losing
control!
It’s
taking
a toll….
Found
a loophole!
Drum roll…
I’m a mole!
This poem is copyright (©) Maureen Egan 2024
About the Writer
Maureen Egan
Maureen is a member of SCBWI and Julie Hedlund’s 12 x 12 Picture Book Challenge. She studied at Highlights Foundation with Rebecca Kai Dotlich, Diana Murray and others. She wrote Insiders Guide to Richmond for Globe Pequot Press and Richmond's Culinary History (with a co-author) for The History Press and Maureen's had features in Southern Living, The Washington Post, Virginia Living, Richmond magazine and others.
