Diane Shorrock, The Perfect Circle

The perfect circle

Beautiful to behold

Strayed into the land of jagged edges 

The circle was tired of perfection

And sought friendship

With the linear and sharp

A piercing of the image

The ultimate form

 Lonely in its beauty

Eager for friendship

Glided over to the equal shape

Of the singular triangle

Who with pointed head

Head butted the circle away

Bouncing from this rebuff

The beautiful circle

Found itself surrounded by

Thick war like zig-zag lines

Angry and ready for war on the shape

Of no beginning and no end

The frenzied lines began to charge

.

The circle sensing danger

With sadness of heart

Shed circular tears of sadness

 For the lost circle of friendship

That could not exist

 In the jagged edge world

Then with circular swiftness,

The circle flew high into the sky

And from above saw the Land of Lines

 In vertical disarray

Escaping the parallel lines of fury

That discharged into the sky

The circle returned home

Happy to return to the Circular Land

Of circular friendship.