Being six

Posted on 16 Aug 2015 by

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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.

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41 Comments on “Being six”

    • thank you Sanaa – was my first really happy memory

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  5. How this beautiful poem so beautifully expressed brings back log gone childhood days.

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    • many of the days were not as sunny as this holiday break though!

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

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

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

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

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  10. 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

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    • the spark of imagination needs a lot of blowing on sometimes!!

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    • 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

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  12. 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!

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    • wondered if I had over-simplified so reassuring comment thank you

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  13. 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 🙂

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

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

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  16. 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.

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    • 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

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    • what a great place to grow up Elizabeth 😎

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    • 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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    • indeed and we poets must try to recall it!

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  20. A very nice “trip” into memory lane via your heart and art.

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