Childhood

The Daily Post prompt is: childhood.

Niko_Pirosmani._A_Fox_in_a_Moon_Night._Oil_on_oilcloth._State_Art_Museum_of_Georgia,_Tbilisi,_Georgia

In the growing shadows of my thoughts,

Where trees would sing and ring and spread so high,

And wonder lie in pebble-glinting pools,

There is still a place of laughter far away.

 

Receding into vague, forgetful mists,

The past is overlaid with myriad cares,

The child I was plays silently today,

In the growing shadows of my thoughts.

 

Forest glades encircled by the world,

No longer secret gardens tucked away,

The magic gone from falcon-hunting woods,

Where trees would sing and ring and spread so high.

 

Sunbeams slid through summer dancing leaves,

Dappling and rippling the silver running stream,

Blackbird day would follow fox-quick night,

And wonder lie in pebble-glinting pools.

 

Though shadows crowd the brightness and the the joy,

And silence fills the glades where foxes played,

Childhood glows, a gem, beneath a glass:

There is still a place of laughter far away.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

3 thoughts on “Childhood”

  1. A lovely reflection on how the memory of childhood lives on somewhere within us. Though the magic might not be there exactly, the memories still remain.
    Very nice cascade, too! 🙂

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