Childhood_From My Bedroom Window by Julie AdamsAt 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 its 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
Dawns 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 Lutons morning lipstick
Streak another day
***
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 © 2024 Julie Adams
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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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