Morning Walk
Almost a moist paste
ground into the concrete,
the damp chalk circles
its way around the sidewalk
in flowers and alphabets
which announce!
a Harry Potter party! invitation
in pink and violet
shades, colours
Hermione would never choose.
They skip and twirl
their skirted childhoods
away into sing songs
and cupcakes, those favours
garner hugs and kisses,
ruffles and bows,
in the wait for more fantasy.
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
April 5: Morning Walk
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Labels: Napowrimo 2011, poetry
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I'm all agog for your fantasy.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteVery vivid imagery. I'd like to go to that party. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. It was totally adorable to walk past.
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