The Mag
Image provided by Tess Kincaid
for Magpie Tales.
A golden afternoon
my wee participants and I
shared candy-coated chatter
quick steps and running laughter.
After the laughter
in still air
the silence of their footsteps
spoke to me.
A grave and persistent noise
spread about my thoughts
of life and death.
Tiny little laughter waning
behind me
they shared the path hand in hand.
as I read,
calling name after name
into the wind.
A dead echo flurried
as we journeyed
hands clasped
hearts anchored.
If you treasure trees and roots, then a stroll through one these should suit you well. If by lucky chance, you can bring a little friend, they'll love the stories one can find, waiting to be read!
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18 comments:
Beautiful. "Shared candy-coated chatter"...that line says so much.
Beautifully expressed! 'Hands clasped, hearts anchored' really spoke to me.
Kids are amazingly capable of happiness anywhere! I like your poem, thanks.
"candy-coated chatter"
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Yep, some excellent lines in this.
The mind's eye recaptures...
I like this poem, really exquisite.
great poem - hands clasped, hearts anchored is particularly effective for me
Loved the imagery of two young ones, holding hands and braving the walk through the woods!
Hugs
SueAnn
There is the delightful line others have mentioned too 'candy coated laughter' and I also like the rhyme of 'After the laughter'.
I wonder where your picture at the bottom is from?
Wonderful imagery Karen, and like all good poems, it can be interpreted on many levels. Some beautifully descriptive lines too.
Karen a very well written piece, your words paint the picture... well done!
Very touching. I find walks through cemeteries fascinating.
I especially like the ending...
hands clasped
hearts anchored
lovely
=)
Holding hands always makes the walk better ... no matter the location. :)
Lovely lines. "Candy-coated chatter" - lovely mental image.
May you have many more such golden afternoons. It stops soon enough, in its own time but quick footsteps and laughter do postpone the end.
I, too, most loved the ending...but felt deeply the entire poem.
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