
The girl has red hair, sheet fine and flickable and red shoes, Dorothy shoes, with laces and legs that mean dancing smooth and strong. The boy has a football, not a soccer ball one of those egg-shaped ones that flip flop, like ducks’ tails side to side, flip flop, never straight. They’re together on the cobalt picnic rug the sun just peach juicing it down all over them; love in spring rolled out on the tongue of a purple iris dragon rich. She’s made blue muffins, decorated with jubilee moons and smelling like jasmine, and they laugh straight up like bubbles in a pool. Flip-top happiness, pop 'n' away. Suddenly he’s up, ball and boots and easy calves jogging and tapping and teeth like tic-tacs slippery with peppermint; he taps that ball, twenty metres exactly to her knee and she, jubilee muffin moon smile, is up too, puts her little red toe on it and neither are surprised by his accuracy or her sheet of satin red hair or the cute waggle of that bobby-sock ankle. Or the kiss. I watch from forty-plus. Cynical and wizened, like a prune in a plum tree. And I hear time pass like gas escaped from a can (hiss) and I just want them to know how beautiful they are this spring. I want to yell it out the window the mad Iris plum woman, flinging compliments to the young gods.
Written for Miz Quickly’s October 2 Prompt (Image at top of poem to inspire)
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Completely bonkers – in a good way 🙂 🙂
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Excellent. Bonkers in a good way is fine with me. 🙂
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haha, wizened for sure.
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wrinkled as crepe. 🙂
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but still wiser!
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One hopes on every plum branch. 😊
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Completely captivated by this.
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Thank you! Although I said it was fiction it was based on a scene I witnessed through our living room windows. 🙂
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Doing that type of observation is a very good way to build a poem. I really like it a lot.
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Thank you. I took notes on my phone at the time… maybe two weeks ago…. and was beginning to doubt they would ever find a poem. Thank goodness for Miz Quickly! 🙂
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Modern teeth are so like Tic Tacs. That is such a fine, accurate piece of observational writing. 🙂
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Many thanks!
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Love the prune / plum imagery & yelling at the youngster gods. Awesome work. Thanks.
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Thanks, Ron. Glad you liked it!
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That is just a lovely painting of the innocent youth.
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Thanks, Ulle
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Amazing the way you write! Love your poems
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Many thanks!!
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Well deserved
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Plum amazing friend! You’re wizened view precious and profound.
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Thank you. 😊
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The last two stanzas rocked me, Worms. I love this piece and your play with ‘red’ and your capture of the scene.
Lovely.
❤
David
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Thanks, David. 😊. Much appreciated.
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I think of my aging as fine wine, though some may say vinegar. I like seeing happy people young or old.
I really enjoy your descriptions. And you had me at Dragon Rich… 😉
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