In your attic bedroom we sailed seven seas.
Your bed our ship a-sailin',
swaggering scallywags were we, parrots on shoulders --
peg-legged plunderers apracticin' "arrggghhs" and "yohohos."
Thick blankets hung on chairs, our tents,
Night sky: endless with stars and dreams.
Camping on the rug with a campfire circle,
toasting lego marshmallows on lego sticks.
In our attic bedroom, a glass of ice
and rum on the table.
Stars through the skylights
illuminate and hark of ships and dreams.
Wool blankets cover and warm us,
muffling soft night sounds of content.
-kls 2010
This was written in response to the picture above on Magpie tales. Write your own and link here.
-kls 2010
This was written in response to the picture above on Magpie tales. Write your own and link here.
10 comments:
i love the repetition and the "peg-legged plunderers apracticin' "arrggghhs" and "yohohos."" in this poem. great poem.
A dreamy Magpie ... I loved it!
and here I thought you were going to move your sewing space above stairs....
I can just see kids playing in the tents and roasting marshmallows...
very fun read...argh...yohoho!
A delightfully visual piece - love it!
Thanks for a happy Magpie! :)
vivid and fun tale.
delightful read.
Nice take on the theme. I like it!
Between childhood, and the adult contentment of a warm blanket, a lot of time sails by..very nice!
I was so delighted to see you on the list, Karen! Great magpie -- I loved the different take on the prompt and it brought back many memories. So many nice lines but I particularly liked "stars through the skylights illuminate and hark of ships and dreams . . ." Lovely.
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