Collected in a heap
of russet and beige.
Newly hunted and peeled, ready to
Knock opponents into splinters and dust.
Each carefully chosen and polished to a shine.
Round and ripe for a cracking contest, or
Stolen by your Mum to scare away the spiders.
(Pretty sure that doesn’t work, by the way. I have no idea why spiders would be afraid of conkers…)
Carole Finds Her Wings 