illustration: Delphine Jones |
Where once, when young and trim,
I let the water beckon me
To paddle, float and swim.
I ponder hot and limpid days,
‘Neath crests of beryl blue,
Cavorting on the soggy bank
With little else to do …
My dress abandoned on the grass,
Beside a wooden shack;
A rowing boat that lightly jounced
Upon a stolid lap;
The squelch of mud betwixt my toes;
A chronic buzz of pests;
A gallant dive, with breath held tight
And legs against my chest;
The swoosh of leaves that rocked and swayed
And quivered in the sky,
Enchanting and bewitching me,
Whilst on my back I’d lie;
The calling of the nightingale,
The cuckoo and the thrush;
The peace and sheer placidity,
Away from stress and rush.
Then in a burst, abrupt and brisk,
My wistful daydream ends,
For standing, calling out to me,
2 comments:
Lovely imagery
This took me right back to my own childhood. Magic memories! 😍
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