I dreamt that instead

of surf camp

You came to Zurich

 

And stupidly I

panicked as

The house was a mess

 

It was you and her

my mermaids

A lovely surprise

 

You believed surf camp!

April fool!

We’re here to see you!

 

Of course you won’t read

this because

You are riding waves.

 

 

I’m giving National Poetry Month a go – write one poem, per day throughout April. Today’s prompt/challenge was to write a Lune – a Haiku-style three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. (I’ve done a few stanzas).