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Sky parchment writings by Vivian and Lance

of wingless flutter and a summer wind

 

painted kites with tails of cotton sheets

skip among drifting

clouds

 

small town children, barefooted, tug

on string attached to

 

wood framed airships, green eyes as

to watch like Catis eye

marbles

 

spun off of fingers with knees buried

‘round a sandy circle

 

smell of twisted hemp on hands gets

lost in lake

water

 

calls by parents echo off in a distance

as swimming trunks

 

stay wet, dripping bodies run home

late through neighbor’s

backyards

 

little Tommy thinking it can’t be time

to take a

 

bath, just a waste of water for a

little gunk left

behind

 

my ears, surely parents to believe

Rover ate my homework

 

and send me straight to bed

meanwhile Sally worries

about old

 

Mr McElroy’s yard with a bear of a

guard barking and

 

carrying on, “Hoot” goes the owl,

now escalating the

pace

 

all of us children now wishing

we were already home

 

as the roar of thunder from a

distant storm rolls

in

 

safely being tucked in under

the covers with

 

Mommy and Daddy in the next

room…

 

Copyright 08/08/2013

Vivian Locastro Dawson & Lance Sheridan

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the long walk out of a fairy tale

she was a wayfarer, a puddle muddy 
water jumper
 
so because the wooded forest
was left a stumper tree
in the shallow root
 
by the double bladed axe
 
so because there were no more
wooded bridges
 
elves and gnomes disappeared
like children’s sleds 
 
when they stepped into bigger shoes;
 
she puddle wet damp foot caught 
the cold to pass 
 
time in reverie or inaction, the fairy tale
was hours away, so because
it was a notion
 
grandfather clocks have grandfather souls inside
 
forty day period, quarantine for the house
guest so because he cheated
 
on her life love with the 
involuntary gambit
 
she be sitting on the poignant chair,
it painfully affected her feelings,
 
so because of the dirt path back 
and the disturbing 
surroundings
 
sheep on a dirt path to avoid wolf in clothing
 
she dressed in the cool summer dress, 
hand painted inside a mind affected
 
by the dry rain weather so because
of no umbrella, gave it to
the sheep to disguise
 
he adjacent at a joint after plunking
her aggie in the street play,
 
so because he tried to boss 
out the fairy tail 
love scene
 
soda fountain jerk like a crime boss syndicate
 
she watches the stopwatch, not for
the accuracy, but for the 
 
quicksand warning, so because no 
allowed swimming, only thirty
minutes after eating
 
now she waits for the dragon slayer
white horse knight 
bachelor man,
 
so because she was deeply
wound bandaged loved,
 
like wwi french soldiers in 
muddy trenches,
 
awakens next morn living alone
so because she chose the
 
solidarity common age
spinster opinion,
 
also to charwoman clean when
cobwebs from a fairy tale cling
 
so because of marbles, dirt paths
and sowed dragon’s teeth.
 
 
Copyright © 04/11/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry® 
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