I.
Spring is a fantasyland.
Wooden castle, my fief,
a place I hide-and seek.
Crouched in the steeple
a Quasimodo, soon to sleep.
II.
Summer is a tire swing.
Green dragon, I've sworn
to the king we're conquering.
Brave knights, twirling and giggling,
we hold on tight.
III.
Fall is a wobbly belt.
Wooden drawbridge left open.
Cool cave for a young vassal
to turn my pages
like skittering leaves.
IV.
Winter is an empty play yard.
Abandoned bailey, where I’m crowned nobility,
by default; the last one.
The too short rung.
Final slide down dragon's tongue.
V.
Seashell clouds wash ashore
old dreams of early spring,
before battlements were raised.
Yarrow and swallowtail butterflies,
cabbages and kings.
Adulthood offers no place to hide;
I miss the feudalism of being a child.
GloPoWriMo #23 Now, try to write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.
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I miss being a kid too, K! A fun poem and photo. ❤️☺️
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Thank you, John. I happened to visit there today with my littles. Fun times. 💜
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That’s so nice! ❤️
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[…] *foto borrowed fro K Hartless’ post https://khartless.com/2023/04/23/glopowrimo-23-fantasyland/ […]
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what a treasure this poem is – thank you. Would have re-blogged but as unable to do so without the youtube link, I hope you find your work adequately referenced in my post
hidden treasure https://solitary4tomorrow.wordpress.com/2023/04/24/hidden-treasure/
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A wonderful stroll through the seasons, with the wonder of a child. Playful song! Nicely done, K.
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Lovely vivid personification of each season – suits them so well! Great nostalgic trip through memory lane 🙂
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You’re right there, adulthood does offer no place to hide…
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Is it our size or our lack of imagination, I wonder. We’ve simply gotten too big. 🤣
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We’ve got big and lazy I think… imagination is shot to hell too.
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