When I was Younger
When I was four years old
I played with coloured pencils and
Dolls with long hair. I was taught to
Lie in fields of grass and let my imagination
Leap and dance across the meadow.
When I was ten years old
I played with vibrant pieces of
Lego with sharp edges. I was taught to
Lego with sharp edges. I was taught to
Read more and
Fill my head with other people’s words.
When I was fourteen years old
I played with baby pink Pointe slippers and
Chiffon ballet Skirts.
I was taught to suck
my stomach
In and fake perfection.
Now at nineteen years old and I wonder
Why I still suck my stomach in and yet
Why I still suck my stomach in and yet
I have no clue where my brightly coloured toys
Have gone to.
Hi May,
ReplyDeleteYou touch my heart with your writing yet again!
I can identify with this, especially after having children, and re-discovering all the joys of childhood through them - encouraging their imagination and wanting them to dream and soar.
I'm glad I can read YOUR words now :)
Esther :)
Thanks Esther you are awesome :)
ReplyDeleteHi Mary,
ReplyDeleteVery interesting poem, addresses the things we internalize (the need to suck the stomach in) that become ingrained, but also about what we've lost, and don't always realize we've lost.
The matter of factness in the final lines work well, where you don't speak of your emotional meaning-making about the discarded/lost toys but just give it to us flat. That allows and forces the reader to confront how we feel about it, to use your text and its resonance to echo our own. In that way the 'brightly coloured' becomes metaphoric, alive with symbolic potential.
Thanks James :)
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