Monday, 9 May 2016

The Hay-ropes of Childhood

Matchsticks hidden in mounds of warm sand
Sweet-jealous tweaks of buried fingers found

Dragon fly kites on straw ropes held lengthwise
Imagined flightpaths on never-to-seen again idle skies

Sticky mounds of happiness treats
Stolen, sugary, shared, sapid sweets 

Dusky tales of ancient gods alive
Ecstasy shivers when replayed, revive 

I worship today those days of sinless sunshine
When hayropes were woven in childhood shrine 

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