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The Swing

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Usually, when her toes dug into edge of sky,
she was pushing life away with a wish to fly.

Creak and squeak of chain and hook ~
hanging by a fine line between here and there~
a wish to loop and scoop blue into her open mouth
that would scream or cry, if push of air did not stop it.

Sometimes little girls had nothing but blue to wish on ~
pretty blue bows and blue gowns and Blue Danube
tripping up and down horizons that she was tethered to.

It is the only time she drug clouds with her.





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prompt = "The Swing" by Jean Honore Fragonard

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  • Night Hope gold member
    May 9

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    I loved that last line, my Sister. I once swung so hard as a child that I flipped over the top bar...the landing was a bit rough, to say the least. I think I must have drug a few clouds with me when I came back down to earth. A wonderful penning, Sweetie. Good luck in the contest.




    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      May 15
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      Oh, I pushed and pushed and decided that it was a myth that it coudld happen..and here you tell me it could have..now I quake in my boots that I wished such.


  • Fire-Fly
    May 9

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    You have some lovely images here -

    "toes dug into edge of sky"

    an image which she may see from the vantage point of her swing. And -

    "Creak and squeak of chain and hook"

    Clever use of the words and sounds.

    Nice poem, which flows well and creates a lovely picture.

    Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest.