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Sunday, October 26, 2014

red fields



red fields

into that velvet carpet of crimson fields of tulips
pretend poppies slept, a sea of nodding heads, 
dreaming gnarled roots to soft oblivion -as
we ran
two small children
hand in hand
we ran
from our apocalyptic home where we stuffed our breath
in in-adudible rhythyms – hid all frivolous thought below
solemn faces until tip-toed
sprung into the navied blue pre-dawn
we ran 
squeezing through the not quite open gate
mindful
of squeaks-creaks –
we ran
barefoot in the chilled dew until safely
far from the sleeping house of strange-mooded giants
we tumbled a week’s worth of laughter
pollinating the cradle of our prescient protective poppies,
rolling, hand in hand, as first fingers of light shimmered
writing for those with literary inklings the epilogue of a future
not yet conceived –
this, the first of our thirteen chapters
as we ran
home before they woke 




23 comments:

  1. Children love games of pretense and the opening with the tulip/poppies along with the parent/giants set the scene. I too dream of those days so long gone and still add chapters to the fantasy.

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  2. The first thirteen chapters inform a life...i am glad there was a hand to hold through the war...and beyond...also loved the alliteration and pace...like we were running with 'you'

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  3. loved it.the tempo and the motion of the lines takes the reader swiftly into the tulip fields.wonderfully done

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  4. A beautiful innocent childhood memory
    :)

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  5. A lovely story poem, with some memorable lines: "we tumbled a week’s worth of laughter" will stay with me.

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  6. Lovely evocation of childhood here, Pearl. I feel the joy and hear the laughter.

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  7. Poignant Pearl, these are such difficult times… children are courageous, in them exists the possibility of a peaceful world.

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  8. I like the way you evoke this childhood memory of early run in the fields. Only children can escape giants and laugh about it.

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  9. Love the feeling of this poem. The words you emphasized gave it an extra 'oomph'. Beautiful!

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  10. (Hope it works this time!) Love the feeling in your poem. The words you emphasized gave it an extra 'oomph'. Beautiful!

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  11. siblings together somehow soften the blow of reality .... Those first 13 years can be hell ....

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  12. siblings together somehow soften the blow of reality ... those first 13 years can be hell ....

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  13. This seems at the same time a little threatening at the same time it evokes the fantasy of a child.. the sleeping poppies and the parent giants are very nice pictures... Lovely cadence here...

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  14. I love "the sleeping house of strange-mooded giants".....that is how kids feel - exactly - when faced with the incomprehensible behavior of some adults.

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  15. Love this poem. As children we ran and didn't understand or fully trust adults. I love the intimacy the children create. Made me wonder about the 13 years. What happened to the friendship? Anyway, I really enjoyed this.

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  16. I like the repetition of "we ran", there is such a drive here. I feel the urgency. Great piece!

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  17. "we tumbled a week’s worth of laughter"
    Such a vivid image, as is the running among the red tulips/poppies. Poppies give me WWI and II, so I love the contrast of life and death, the running and running "far from the sleeping house of strange-mooded giants.'

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  18. Evocative, touching, yet charming. A delight to read.

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  19. Those fields covered in red that are run through. Such a great poem.

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  20. This is why it feels as a happiness - a contrast between atmosphere at home and freedom running at the field with flowers....resonate.... :)x

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