Winter worn bare boughs breathe
wallowing in the breeze
Watching small feet pad through the glen
Wilder grasses brushing against dirty knees
Who was that boy they saw?
What manner of mind rode behind those eyes
that hung within the night dark wood at the break of dawn
Immovable lips on a face they saw
when they went to do the washing
"A wild and wandering waif"
"A curious forest spirit"
"A lonesome ghost haunting God's garden"
Whatever they thought he was
He had hair both red and brown
Did not smile or frown
And looked much the worse for wear
He spoke
with his unblinking eyes
with his fidgeting hands
with his small and fearful steps
And with the look of longing
that screamed
that thrashed
and wept
from behind that still green gaze
that look of longing
the sad stillborn hope
birthed when a washing woman took a moment to rest
and play with her child
Author notes
My attempt may not be as forward as you were looking for, but I hope what I've written blesses you in at least some small way. Thank you very much for coming up with this contest!
A contest entry
- Immerse yourself in a new persona [FULL] by Shari-Lei.
700 points, ended January 25, 2009, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - All you can be? by Erozay.
550 points, ended February 3, 2009, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Respect is asked for, given and understood... :)
Comments
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i liked this one alot
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Your words are filled with a longing that I find it hard to hold onto.. it's as though for a fleeting moment you know how this child feels, before you just don't know which was is up.
It is a perfect tale that shows the way a person can feel... only, this time, you gave him a name.
Thank you for entering and good luck
Shari
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mmmm I like this one as well. I like the mysterious and moody descriptions... with such a lovely simple hope.
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