Today's post is a bit messy. I have a couple of haikus (which is a form I'd never written before today, so they suck horribly) and then a splurge-poem. This really is me going back to my childhood!
Picture by SuzyTheButcher
#4 - Childhood Memories
A sock half-way down;
the cracked brown of Old Bear’s eye
shoves breath from my lungs.
The smell of grass makes
my Mother’s nose tickle as
as she sits amongst bees.
Sitting lonely by the road,
a book in hand
and a staff by my side,
I wait for my Mother to
play the Knight.
Today I left my sword on
the kitchen table.
Words: 64
A sock half-way down;
the cracked brown of Old Bear’s eye
shoves breath from my lungs.
The smell of grass makes
my Mother’s nose tickle as
as she sits amongst bees.
Sitting lonely by the road,
a book in hand
and a staff by my side,
I wait for my Mother to
play the Knight.
Today I left my sword on
the kitchen table.
Words: 64
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