We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

14.7.26

That Childhood Game

 

I remember the huge puff

that blew the dandelion seeds 

all 

off


to fly away on the air, 

and you had to

get the lot

in one whoosh.


I can’t 

remember why – 

any of it. 

Something


about love … ?

Do you think 

I’m getting 

old?



A quadrille for dVerse's Q251 Light Burst of Air

(A quadrille is a poem of 44 words excluding title. And including one compulsory word, in this case 'puff'.)




2 comments:

  1. Something about love... maybe when it doesn't fill our mind the metaphor is lost.

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