A Childhood.

by Jen Thompson

Posted by Jen

A memory from a long time ago,

Beneath the swaying branches of a willow tree.

Concealed trinkets and treasures,

Deposited in a rusted tin.

Envelopes containing secrets,

Friendships, the trusted key.

Gardens ran amok with wildflowers,

Houses stood in neat little rows.

Imagination, imitating a lost paradise.

Joyous bird calls, singing all a flutter.

Kites soared wildly,

Lifeless wings on a transparent sky.

Magic crept into every corner,

Never wanting to grow up.

Odysseys were acted.

Plays cast against a velvet moon.

Quiet laughter in an unbreakable bubble,

Rarely succumbing to slumber.

Sunrays turning everything to fairy dust.

Twilight, magnifying the process.

Understated beauty as far as the eye could see,

Violet dreams on horseback,

Windowless drops into forever.

‘X’ marks the spot.

Zooming through childhood, to never fully return.

4 Comments to “A Childhood.”

  1. Beautiful nostalgia. I read it in sepia 🙂

    Christine

  2. Lifeless wings on a transparent sky.

    Lovely Jen, welcome back hope to see more of you.

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