Tag: childhood
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Mouse
She is a mouseHiding from the volley of truthThe folly of youthHas her reading the back of the shampooWhile they shoutBuilding a tower of cotton budsWhile they screamStaring through the green viscosity of the handwashIgnoring the atrocity of another smashed plateAnother crash of hateShe is a mouse in her holeHer sanctumHer tile-lined cellWith the chips…
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Swing
#NaPoWriMo Day Two Today’s prompt was to write a poem which transforms the natural world into an unsettled dream-place. I have loosely followed this prompt and combined it with #WorldAutismAwarenessDay, which is also today, creating a poem from the perpective of a child with autism. I hope I have done some small justice to what…
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Hush Child
Hush child, Close your eyes, Shutter out the world and let the stillness fill your mind. Hush child, Hold my hand, Feel its warmth and strength and know the might it can withstand. Hush child, Take a breath, Let it fill your lungs and feel the lightness lift your chest. Hush child, Lean on me,…
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Example
My Daddy hitted a man, There was lots of blood and I sawed that when daddy hitted the man, the man went to sleep on the floor, And daddy had on that face, Like the one when he hitted my mum and she cried and cried and cried and kept asking him what she had done,…
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A Second Chance
I still remember the day we met, You were this tiny, perfect child, And though you couldn’t focus yet, I know you saw I was beguiled. You quickly learned to hold my hand, And just as quickly refused to let go, You held it as you took your first stand, As you toddled to and…
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When We Were Wee
We are friends and friends we’ll be, A promise made when we were wee, When we’ve grown old disgracefully, We’ll dip our toes at eighty-three in the very water of the very sea where you first made the pact with me. You swore to be there by my side, I swore in me you could…
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Little Green Fingers
With heat lapping at my nape and soil beneath my nails, I take a momentary break, to watch you hunt for snails, OK, you shouldn’t be weeding in the shoes I bought last night, But barefoot in the seedlings?! My heart dances at the sight! I love the frown of concentration as you try to…
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Yellow Girl
Too white to be black, Too black to be white, “They’ll throw you in the river when the two sides fight” Flat bottom, Picky hair, And thick thunder thighs, Freckles on my nose, lips and under my eyes, I’m a yellow girl, I’m a browning, I’m half-caste, I’m mixed race, And believe me; I’ve been…
Serena Malcolm 