We eyed each other off a while
before you made your move.
Or was it I who invited you?
So long ago …
You came to my house.
When I heard the knock I couldn’t
walk straight up the corridor,
stumbled though I wanted to skip.
Our mothers chatted politely.
We ran outside to play.
It ended when you told me
you didn’t believe in fairies.
(We were five.)
[Poem #2]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
Comments from original posting:
ReplyDeleteJoanne 1 July 2008 at 13:32
Yea!!! More places to read your poetry.!
If he didn't believe in faery he wasn't for you!
Rosemary Nissen-Wade 1 July 2008 at 14:02
Thank you, mysterious reader, the enthusiasm's very gratifying!
Yes, I felt I made the right decision. :)