Richard Fleming, ‘Time’

He took the time to take the time
and taking it, although a crime,
was what he felt he had to do
so, whilst one might well take the view
that stealing time left others short,
he’d answer with a sharp retort
that time and tide wait for no man
and man must take what time he can.

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Richard Fleming writes: “This poem, written in response to a prompt in the form of an image of a man carrying a large clock, is primarily a piece of nonsense-verse and an exercise in word-play, two forms of writing that I particularly enjoy. That it rhymes and scans is something of a bonus.”

Richard Fleming is an Irish-born poet (and humorist) currently living in Guernsey, a small island midway between Britain and France. His work has appeared in various magazines, most recently Snakeskin, Bewildering Stories, Lighten Up Online, the Taj Mahal Review and the Potcake Chapbook ‘Lost Love’, and has been broadcast on BBC radio. He has performed at several literary festivals and his latest collection of verse, Stone Witness, features the titular poem commissioned by the BBC for National Poetry Day. He writes in various genres and can be found at www.redhandwriter.blogspot.com or Facebook https://www.facebook.com/richard.fleming.92102564/