Being six

sea, sand and blue sky memories of being six
Being six

monotonous months of monochrome light

drear and cold as the fifties withdrew
when the sky suddenly turned a miraculous blue

riding cloud nine on that very first flight

where fairy pink shells were scattered in sand
and hoof prints of sea horse went cantering round

a rubber duck ring buoyed a salt water sprite

there were buttery crab petit déjeuners
a locket and laughter for an age six birthday

it was all seaside love from the very first sight

and Dad in his shorts and holiday frame
– what a change.

© Laura Granby 2015

A simple poem to suit the age as I join other versifiers  for Sunday’s Poetry Pantry . And the Midweek Motif  is SILENCE.

41 thoughts on “Being six

    1. aah! “That is the land of lost content,
      I see it shining plain,
      The happy highways where I went
      And cannot come again.”

  1. What wonderful memories shared. Six is such a delightful age…my granddaughter just passed through it. Enjoyed ‘a locket and laughter.’

    1. Mary – I think that touch of alliteration slotted together well having tried several other combos

    1. the poem got lighter hearted as it formed – recalling what it felt like to be excited

    1. thank you – had to hold hard on to that perspective as the adult kept getting in the way Sumana

  2. the sky is beautiful – loved the contrast against the golden sand.

    the poem is a fantasy – the imagination is coming fo life. as long as we can remember the time we spark our imaginations – it will be never ending.

    thanks for sharing this

    1. thank you and am glad you mentioned that – the structure fell into place towards the end and I felt gave it the echo of memory

  3. I love how deceptively simple this is, but when you really look harder you see how you’ve pieced it all together. I especially love how the lines in italics rhyme. Nice craftsmanship here!

  4. This is so very magical…the sea horse cantering and the salt water sprite….ooh, this whole thing is so, so decadent with images of childhood fantasies. Love it 🙂

    1. thank you & I think there is a poem in your words – “decadent with images of childhood fantasies” ❤

    1. ahh yes Audrey & thank you – tidepooling and seeing what treasures the sea had left to find- often something squelchy 😮

  5. Those years from 5-7…oh the magical memories at the beach…I was laughing when I read ‘a rubber duck ring buoyed a salt water sprite’….I know that sprite. Laura you have such a way of weaving these memories with fabulous words chosen perfectly to make these images of memories we all want to relive.

    1. I loved my rubber duck ring Donna – it was seriously sensational with a green mallard head – but the sprite never really learnt to swim! thank you for you a very nice comment

    1. thank you Sherry blue sky!! a while after I took the picture it conjured this nostalgic poem ❗ the perspective of the family in the landscape made for distant memories…

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