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Childhood_From My Bedroom Window

by Julie Adams

At night, I slept by the window…always looking beyond
Country landscapes adorned my walls
Like potpourri, pastels
That never contained me

Night felt crisp as glass, Fresh dew in summer shared it’s scent, And I bathed under the large window In the moon's luminosity
A night owl! my mother heckled from below, Long past my bedtime.
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It was the smell of Tetley That woke me, just before Dawn’s triumph over darkness— Scarlet stakes thrust through velvet, …red sky in the morning, shepherds warning dad whispered. He fed me the horizon like breakfast As we watched Luton’s morning lipstick Streak another day
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Midmorning rain clouds hover like bees Over the council houses, Lightening buzzed in the distance But I danced In the spring garden buttercup in a tickling breeze And savored its taste For darker days—
Confined to my room. A wild horse tamed but not captured Found a playground of all seasons In my mind In a town Eclipsed until summer

06/08/2006

Author's Note: 1st Assignment-A: Emily offered us a childhood theme, not necessarily our own...encouraged to improvise... Thanks to all for the feedback last week Thursday!

Posted on 06/08/2006
Copyright © 2021 Julie Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/11/06 at 08:55 AM

This is quite the evocative, spiritually moving poem Jewels. I like it a lot. Nicely captures and inspires the dreamer in me, with its multiple images and messages.

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