Heyday holidays
summertime longer than finger counting hours
shrimp of a boy with his net
prisoner of pirates
walking the fallen tree trunk blind
lagoon lapped toes
space-time sorcery
no newts or sticklebacks to lure
only mermaids and sprites
hypnotic sway of weeds
below a drowned witch waves at him
spellbound 'til the homeward call
With Toads Flash 55 word prompt plus lacuna and joining other versifers at Poetry Pantry
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I remember being so spellbound! Love the imagination twining through the natural surroundings. My favorite phrase: “space-time sorcery.” Bravo!
such childhoods we had with nature – room to move and space to dream – less protected than today.
such a fairy tale like world…absolutely mesmerizing…”shrimp of a boy with his net” …aww..a summertime cute angel 🙂
thank you Sumana – tried to get inside the boy’s net of thoughts 😉
“space-time sorcery” Brilliant!
This is a wonderful narrative, Laura. I had no idea you were so talented in the visual arts too. I love your picture.
a mix in this one with Tangledfx app & smart photo editing – photoart is another of my attempts with creativity Kerry
Wonderful response to this beautiful illustrated prompt… Words and place mesh to tell a delightful tale…bkm
thank you – it was a lucky coincidence as had titled it ‘enchanted pool’ a while back – the image seemed to conjure the lacuna/lagoon prompt
Such a delightfully rich style here – crammed to bursting. My favourite piece of the day so far, Laura. Thank you for this treat… With Best Wishes Scott
lovely generous comment Scott – much appreciated
The poem fits so well with your beautiful photo, and adds more depth and meaning to it. You create a wonderful story between the two.
I rely rather heavily on images to summon words – should it not be vice versa I wonder?!
What a collection of wonderful words & images!
all part of a child’s imagination – many thanks Mary –
~~~ enchanting.
I especially love his lagoon lapped toes.
the 55 word restriction helps bring out the most cursory of descriptions!
I love those finger counting hours – perhaps the essence of childhood (and wonder) is hoping for more time..not less.. I love how you convey that rich as summer haze..and the photo is magical too
agree Jae Rose – I recall the feeling of summer stretching out ahead in seemingly countless time. Love that ‘rich as summer haze’ comment
Have to agree with Susan “space-time sorcery” is a beautiful phrase that conjures up images in my brain 🙂
nearly missed bringing in lacuna part of the prompt so magicked up that one!
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Such an ejoyable read, took me back to childhood days when imagination was key
I’m glad you could relate to this – as poets we try for that same imagination hence I think why Dylan Thomas wrote so much of childhood
How thi took me back to hours I spent as a child wading in the stream in my own fantasy world. Absolutely beautiful.
we are of an age when we were freer to wander in our imaginations as well as the real world
Delightfully captured.
thank you Rosemary ❤
caught in imagination, in a reality that is also otherworldly. Very beautiful moment.
otherworldly indeed is child’s imagination – thank you!
This is such a delightful read 😀 love the fairy-tale quality to this poem 🙂
ahh many thanks Sanaa – from this end of life it almost feels like childhood was a fairytale 🙂
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http://www.penick.net/digging/?p=39632
scroll down thru her pictures
and you will see two ‘shrimps of girls’
gazing at ‘drowned witches’
Such synchronicity as I catch up on 3 weeks of blog posts.
wondered how/where you were Diana – synchronicity in the blogosphere indeed and a wonderful garden to boot
There’s a haunting fairy-tale theme here that I really like.
“That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again” Housman