Somewhere Under the Lilac Bush
The first flowers of the season
scenting landscapes and table tops
as grandmothers prune
and children stand on tiptoes
as though under a spell
to dream of blue skies
and magic kingdoms
Like a magnet
her lavender dress
draws them across green pastures
while sunspots dance
in prisms of golden yellow
dancing behind tired eyes
still, her perfume entices
the shade of her blossoming
branches invite
With worlds waiting to be discovered
kingdoms in need of conquering
the child slips into the shadows of her shade
Grandmother continues clipping
snip, snap, snip, snap
soon a symphony
as imagination soars
despite tired eyes
There, somewhere under the lilac bush
Prince Charming is discovered
eyelids growing heavy
he rises to slay the dragon
Silver against the shadowed earth
bringing forth peace to his kingdom
as the snip, snap, snip, snap
sends him off on a wave of dreams
where the grand parade awaits
in his honor.


10 comments:
This is such a sweet slice of childhood, the grandmother holding the space of imagination for the children so they can fly on adventurous wings. Lovely!
Lilacs I love them. This is such a beautiful piece of the joy and imagination of a child. So glad I stopped by.
this is lovely...i love the symphony of the clacking clippers...and what dances behind her tired eyes...like the mingling of the generations as well....smiles.
Natasha you just keep getting better and better with your poetic compositions, and wondrous journeys you take us on! And what beautiful images for the mind:
"...sunspots dance in prisms of golden yellow..."
Kudos,
Roger ☺
So glad to see the WWU back in action. Really nice write tash, some beautiful imagery here. Thanks
Sigh...
Oh, the joys of children's imagination. Love this, Tash!
foot-loose and fancy free. oh to be a child again. What a great prompt! going to give it a try.
It's like being there...lovely.
Your last stanza made me really want, really need to be a child again and enjoy the total abandon of imagination. Excellent work.
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