childhood ~ well i asked me
you name it
i killed it
my childhood
for the life of me
never again
so many things
we discovered and
filed away along the lines
of life’s magnetism
polarised
a remembrance
of wings on heels
grounded in the bog
between the ponds
of life’s spawn
gangs of kids
what was the attraction
that so propelled us
down our differing roads
on life’s journey
to the destinations of the past
the playground
fences vaulted
the containment of advice
spun off the roundabout and
the emotional swings we rode
the length of evening shadows
from alpha to omega
as unknown then as now
not one carefully placed foot
could pin time’s long demise
dressed in those shadows
the emperor’s new clothes are
but a shroud around the sunshine
that closes these old eyes
in the weight of expectations
unrequited
