rainboots

This is one of my favorite poems that I've written this year in Creative Writing! I began by describing a picture of a young boy, looking angry in his overalls. I was experiencing writer's block when I noticed his muddy rainboots, and those rainboots inspired this poem. I wanted it to have a very descriptive feel.




Rainboots

splattered with mud of all four seasons,

never taken off, no matter how mother pleaded;

a perfect day was spent chasing frogs,

through the mud of bogs and through the fog;

stuffed into a turtleneck and overalls

he looks out from the mantlepiece of the hall,

petulant and impudent and insolent

dreaming of all the free frogs in nature infinite.