Prelude 1 - 66 sticks

Prelude 1 - 66 sticks (by means of an introduction and explanation)

66 sticks in such a random pile

Contemplate which to move for a while.

Brightly coloured and criss-crossed across

With a deft flick and a catch; another move lost.

66 sticks, some big twigs and branches small

Gathered together and collected one and all.

Carefully, patiently, building a temporary art

To be captured in time and then all scattered apart.

Pick up sticks: a game of precision

And a green wood in Spring decision.

To build a stack of dodgy rhymes

In poems and rhythmic prose lines.

But the challenge made

Is that none.

Not one.

Is about me.

I’ve said too much already.

Let’s have some fun

With words.

I shoulds

And 66 sticks in woods.