Entry tags:
"fade to yellow"
me:
See me.
See me run.
Like a children's book from reality
I flee...
watch me flee.
from you, from youth
from gently loving ghostly reminders
from shadows of magnets
on aged newspaper clippings
"one hundred percent" blood
red ink on spelling tests.
When I pack teddy bears, rubbed bare
from nervous thumbs alone
in the dark for the first time,
it's like I'm still there.
This is my fairy tale:
Closing the attic door I pretend nothing has changed.
(Feedback welcomed as always. I think the "blood" doesn't fit but the phrase 'one hundred percent blood' appealed to my sense of wordplay so much I couldn't resist.)
See me.
See me run.
Like a children's book from reality
I flee...
watch me flee.
from you, from youth
from gently loving ghostly reminders
from shadows of magnets
on aged newspaper clippings
"one hundred percent" blood
red ink on spelling tests.
When I pack teddy bears, rubbed bare
from nervous thumbs alone
in the dark for the first time,
it's like I'm still there.
This is my fairy tale:
Closing the attic door I pretend nothing has changed.
(Feedback welcomed as always. I think the "blood" doesn't fit but the phrase 'one hundred percent blood' appealed to my sense of wordplay so much I couldn't resist.)