Once I stole
Fruit from the bowl
Popped open fuchsia buds
Hid pennies in the brass
Umbrella stand, its funnelled base
A perfect fit. But question if my hand
Let slip
The sly-faced pansy jug.
Those spying eyes
All pulverized.
- I'll smile and shrug.
Writing a childish confession in 44 words for Lisa’s quadrille prompt: Stand
What a naughty child you were! I love this – it really captures the way children assign character and expresssion to inanimate objects. I remember some very menacing wallpaper.
spot on Sarah – part pareidolia but the pansies have quite obvious faces and I was sure they not only spied but told tales on me
A delightful glimpse into your mischievous childhood Laura 🙂 I am sure that sense of fun has never left you!
I try to keep that part active still!
Naughty! Hahaha, brings back some fun memories for me—it’s easier as a kid to get away with things especially like stealing the fruit or in my case cookies. 👀 Nicely written, I could see that this is only a glimpse at such mischief. Love it!
strange how an umbrella stand we did not own brought out the imp!
reminds me of how much more mischiefoues i was compared to my own children
oh no I’m sure I was more well-behaved than mine
Such a delightful regression, Laura. All of those special things from childhood that we carry with us forever. Sounds like you had good reason to silence the witnesses 🙂
had a lot of fun with this challenge Lisa – took to quite unexpected places
Glad you did and I enjoyed where it took you very much, Laura.
A fun confession from childhood. You really captured the essence in a few words.
I still see faces in things. . . and once you see them, you can’t unsee them. 😀
thank you Merril – children go through quite a paranoid phase and perhaps we never quite lose it!
Rascalacious!
I want that printed on a T-shirt 🙂
Oh let’s just call you curious, investigative, spirited……..ok, maybe a bit naughty. 😉
Mostly good and as you say a touch spirited!
I’d like to hear more about that sly pansy jug!
I think it was wishful thinking – the pansies spied a long time
Oh, so clever!
the 44 word restriction really focuses the lexicon!
You sound like you were a bit of a troublemaker when you were young Laura. We would have gotten along quite well… 😏
maybe though I’ve used some poetic license!
A real Humpty Dumpty moment! You were a sly little one!
I prefer subterfuge!
Such a fun quadrille! Brings back a few memories of antics of my own.
surprised myself with what arose out from this prompt Mary
Love, love, love this! Possibly ‘cos I can relate? 😀
thank you – my twin mischievous imp!
the details are tender but moved so well! thank you!
nicely observed – many thanks
This is so much something that I would have done, Laura… I didn’t succeed at being sneaky very often, but I continuously tried…
❤
David
you had all the makings of a mensch then, David?!
So much fun! Reminded me my childhood.
and I try to keep that fun still going
very wise
I love how I can see your impish grin during these actions. Memorable quardille, Laura.
🙂
Haha… love this. I too used to pop the fuchsias! As for faces there was definitely one in my parent’s walnut wardrobe which totally frightened me.
Hey Jude – nice to meet a fellow popper – I was too impatient to see what frill colours would emerge. Walnut trees are scary – at school there was one that hung over the wall from the old ladies garden next door that we assumed was a witch and I hesitated to eat the nuts especially as they look remarkably like brains 😉
I love the honest naughtiness in this. Delightful.
thank you Ali