"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Magpie 31...When I was small


When I was small

and not so tall

I loved to roam the house

Tip-toe silent as a mouse







Late night was the best

To explore rather than rest

I'd slowly enter each room

Peering into the dusky gloom







Hoping to see what I don't know

Fearing I'd see something glow

My mind full of gory ghostly tales

And Halloween witches with hairy veils







And then one night while being outside

I saw a shape and ran to hide

Watching beyond the french glass door

A ghost floating above the wooden floor







I dashed through the backyard

Scared to death and breathing hard

Ran back into the house

Not quiet as a mouse







Jumped into my parents bed

Screaming "She doesnt have a head"

Gently laughing my parents showed me why

There was hooded coat hanging up to dry







From then on I stayed in bed

No more sneaking at night, instead

I read.





An old photo of me with my mother circa 1943

49 comments:

sukipoet said...

delightfu1!

cosmoscami said...

I love this!

I liked how the aabb pattern accentuated the childhood experience and I loved that last stanza.

Very nice job.

Deborah said...

I just loved this! :o)

Nes said...

Haha, what a lovely tale! I love the rhyming structure you used especially because it just helped to accentuate the childhood innocence.

Carrie Burtt said...

Kathe I just love this poem...it is full of wonder and beauty! I think it is one of my favorites of yours! Awesome Magpie!!
:-)

annell said...

Good one! I liked it much!

Doctor FTSE said...

A novel interpretation of the picture, and well written.

Jinksy said...

I'm guessing it wasn't ghost stories you read! :)

Lyn said...

Just perfect.. can share in a similar episode..very well done!

Abhilasha-The Desire said...

Such a fun read it was.. I remember when we were kids, only thing that used to be exciting and worth doing were the ones we were forbidden to do...and all of them were not neccessarily pleasent..

Martin H. said...

Bravo! Wonderful.

Annie said...

I was totally charmed by this. It bought to mind , as well, an odd memory from my childhood of nighttime, wallpaper, and ghostly light creating scary shapes.

Gabriela Abalo said...

nicely written!!

great Magpie

Words A Day said...

Halloween witches with hairy veils
i loved that image! and the voice of the child, the tiptoe of feet, were really there in the voice and the rhythm of the poem -
nice magpie!

Kristen Haskell said...

Very cute! And dead on for a little kid.

Marilyn said...

Excellent, I enjoyed this.

Stafford Ray said...

As I read on I could see you creeping around, so naughty, but glad it wasn't a 'real' ghost! But wait! You think reading is safe!!!

Thanks for the visit and wise words.

Linda said...

Oh wow, I like this one. Great twist at the end when the ghost turned out to be just a coat hanging there.

Tumblewords: said...

I was running with you! Good piece!

EcoGrrl said...

completely awesome. i love to see something really original come from magpie rather than just describing the photo. love this!

Rinkly Rimes said...

I'm reminded of a similar event in my childhood when I got up at night and was scared witless by a coat hanging on the back of a chair!

willow said...

So charming, Kathe!

Friko said...

Ah, I hope not for ever?
children need adventures. Although adventures in books can be just as exciting.

Sender D. said...

Now that is a playful poem... Loved it. Bisous, Love and Light, Sender

jabblog said...

I wonder how many children have had just such frightening experiences. You captured the child's voice very well.

Systematic Weasel said...

Wonderful work! =)

-Weasel

Brian Miller said...

haha. this brought back memories...mine was a halloween mask my brother had hung on the dresser...and one more got me as well...did not help i had a cemetary in the back yard...nice mag!

Katherine said...

That's a child's imagination for you! I can't remember how many times I saw ghouls in the night .. that ended up being shadows or other objects. Great poem!

Reflections said...

How fun... great take on this magpie. How many times I did such as this!

Thank you for stopping over at my place. Your input is greatly appreciated.

Lydia said...

I giggled! It's a great Magpie. And I feel so so validated that someone else saw a headless vision as I did!

हेमंत कुमार ♠ Hemant Kumar said...

Nice and attractive--i liked it.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

this was so wonderful...it brought me right back to my childhood!
I too was a chickenhearted thrillseeker :)

Rene

Surbhi said...

Hahahah.. Kids are such out if the box thinkers... This was such an enchanting nostalgic piece

signed...bkm said...

nothing like scaring yourself to death as a kid...i remember doing that...bkm

Jingle said...

pleasant!

dana said...

The more excited the child became, the longer the line.

The excitement was well demonstrated. Boo

Maya said...

hahaha! i wondered what the child read?!

Jane Doe said...

A lovely poem, the rhyming is superlative. A delightful romp through a child's ghostly adventure.

Lena said...

I love this! My fave so far....!

Deels said...

So much fun. Loved the pace. Really reinforced the steps of a child. Great magpie.

Lane Savant said...

Clever, I saw everything but a ghost in that picture.

ninotaziz said...

Childhood - everything is crisper, charming and innocent.

Innocence is something really precious, only to be appreciated once lost.

ds said...

Wonderful! I love the rhythm, the rhyme, and most of all the little girl (you)--I was with her the whole time. Thank you.

little hat said...

lovely. exactly the experience of childhood particularly the scary bits.

spacedlaw said...

Sweet! Imagination is so much fun and thrills.

~T~ said...

Fun tale!

JeffScape said...

Oh, they put that coat there on purpose!

Helen said...

One of my favorites ....

Selma said...

This is a charming poem. I have experienced such a thing myself. The photo of you as a little one is so precious.