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i stopped building dens when I was ten

Contributed by poeticjestix on Saturday, 13th August 2011 @ 01:43:55 AM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

A muddy trail of many feet
cuts into the canopy
the silence it intimidates
as I enter breathlessly
gold and green did set the scene
but grim and grey cover the way
I stare alone, as time stands still
This place will not bend to my will
another world remains outside,
burning sweating, losing pride
a leaf drops, spinning, gathering
not welcome here, I am a sin
no echoes just a thumping shun
knowingly watched by other ones
twigs crack sharply under feet
now my entrance is complete.
foliage finger at my face
my hands sweep just to check the space
fear of spiders and small things
that bite or scratch or offer stings
becomes so real whilst I am here
tiny nuisances cause fear
pungent smells of vegetation
not known by the concrete nation
neither pleasant nor obscene
but real enough to banish dream
I carry on, a lumbering fool
reminded of my times at school
when we would all create a den
a pleasure lost since I was ten
bottles dug up from the ground
tales of treasure to be found
torture metered on the boy
who did not grow out of his toys.

The path goes on up a great bank
a smooth root rippled broken staircase
I take a step back for the run up
wary of slips, hands out just in case
intermittent steps of purchase
suddenly, I'm at the top!
freshness,clear light warms at my face
canal bank, I have to stop
on the other side the tow path
home of dog walkers and the poles
of fishermen who sit for hours
staring at their orange rolls
of tape around their floating lures
this is leisure for these types
one looks annoyed at my invasion
of his trap set for a bite
I nod somewhat apologetic
wipe my hands clean down my side
I look around like a small child
wondering if it seems all right?
is it okay to walk this way?
when you are old enough to know
that ghosts and treasure
life and leisure
ended a long time ago.

Copyright © poeticjestix ... [ 2011-08-13 01:43:55]
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Re: i stopped building dens when I was ten (User Rating: 1 )
by CommasCanSeperate on Saturday, 13th August 2011 @ 04:43:56 AM AEST
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I love the way you've written this with such skill, even though it's almost in child form you look deeper into it, and lives commiserations appear x

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