Monday, 27 September 2010

a childhood

a childhood

11 comments:

MuseSwings said...

Imagination was the favorite toy of my childhood. Luckily I've held on to it and use it still- not kept it safely on a shelf. Beautiful poem - Good to see you on the bus this morning!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Wonderful.A complete box of (dark) chocolates. But if you could only choose one.....'wore a coat of rain and in that light
stood on a rainbow bridge'

Now that is poetry.

Helen said...

Pure imagination ... may we all be lucky enough to hang on.

swiss said...

thank you all, glad you liked it.

Peter Goulding said...

Ah the colourful building blocks of childhood. The subject matter here is absolutely fascinating. I'm still trying to decipher

Karen said...

I prefer your land...

a place of ruins whose pillared ribs
hid the bones of murdered saints
and the beach led down to the sailors’ graves

This one calls for re-reading. Very, very interesting!

swiss said...

i was a (good) bit less obvious than i could have been but i wanted to try and catch some of that child perspective magic. if you're interested all the sources are here
http://www.orkneyjar.com/

Jinksy said...

found again in lost ports
singing the old songs, old dreams

And luckily, one of those ports is Blogland!Sing on...

Argent said...

Beautifully crafted images - not that's poetry!

Roxana said...

i was sure there was some hidden story to these brilliant images, ah Orkney, even the name is fascinating!
i am with Totalfeckineejit here, that is my favourite line as well...

swiss said...

i've linked all the obvious references for those who want to know more...