Poem – 8 Years

Hello! It’s Saturday again – funny how that keeps happening… 😀 It’s been a very long day for me, as I’ve been at a youth gathering all day. I’ve laughed so much, walked quite a distance, took a bunch of really random photos (photo scavenger hunt = lots of walking!)played various, random, hilarious games and generally had a grand old time. It was wonderful day – and now I’m quite shattered. Nonetheless, I’m still here, like a conscientious little blogger… 😀 

I’m going to share with you a poem I wrote a while back. It’s only a little thing – under 100 words… But somehow the style fit the story I was trying to tell, and I enjoyed trying to keep it short instead of letting my verbose side out as I usually do. 😀 It’s perhaps a darker poem than I normally write, but the prompt kind of led me in that direction…. Have a read and see what you think. 

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Thanks Pinterest for your never ending supply of inspiration…

Year 1:

no name

to lisp through

rose bud lips

Year 2:

no mother

to cling to

in the dark

Year 3:

father walks

down the lane

and disappears

Year 4:

heart beats

fast with fright

at the sight of strangers

Year 5:

children must

be seen

and not heard

Year 6:

whispers faint

and frail

fall like autumn leaves

Year 7:

shadows beneath

deep blue eyes

grow deeper

Year 8:

gravestone says

Unknown Girl

1906-1914

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So… there you go… It’s a bit of a departure from my usual style, but I enjoyed trying something new.

What do you think of it? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!