Only half our own
By hoalarg1
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You and me
alone
building camps
corner wood
in yawning summers
branches for roofs
logs for chairs
our coats for doors
a hideaway
close to home
We used to sit (sardined)
care-free, bending time
until darkness binged on
twilight's crumbs
and I used dry twigs
to scare you
snapping between owl hoots
before giggles and tickles
you and me
not a single worry
And then, our sky was torn
the day almost run
a desperate voice, a parent calling
and we hunkered down
like fugitive soldiers
mud-stained forefingers on each other's lips
gripping
yet slipping
towards a world
only half our own.
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This is so childhood
This is so childhood immersive – I loved it- You took us back to those precious moments when we created our own worlds with best friends and everything was imagination, until the call to come home that would end our imaginary world…at least until the next day. This was very well done
Well deserved cherries.
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I love this. The short sharp
I love this. The short sharp sentences perfectly evoke a childhood time.
However, I'd lose the line 'on the other side of heaven'. I'm an atheist. But I think it reads better without. 'a hideaway / close to home' has a nice closure to it, and the contrast between hide and close is good. And what is 'the other side?' You've got home and the hideaway? Are they both on the other side?
'pulling the rug' from under anything is a cliché. I'd find a different way of saying this. It's a poem and all the pictures should be your own. Should be giving us new ways of seeing.
But as I said.
Very good. In my opinion. For what it's worth.
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Yes. I like that a lot. '
Yes. I like that a lot. ' gorged on / crumbs of twilight.' And yes, you do avoid cliché which is why the rugs stuck out.
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