Hard Boiled Boy

He ran down the now rickety staircase
…..like a herd of cast Remington wild broncos
His footsteps loudly entered the room
…..like they had been forged by a blacksmith
They rang through the bruised halls
…..like they Montreal students banging pots and pans
Came into the room with a banging thud
…..like a wrecking ball breaking down an old wall
Cracking the calm of a Sunday morning
…..like a ten-year old needing to share his discovery.

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Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt: Day Twenty-Four: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to channel your inner gumshoe, and write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. Feel free to use just one, or try to go for broke and stuff your poem with similes till it’s . . . as dense as bread baked by a plumber, as round as the eyes of a girl who wants you to think she’s never heard such language, and as easy to miss as a brass band in a cathedral.”