Michelle of Poefusion posted the most awesome prompt for Monday Mural, a painting that you really must see. It is much fun as was writing this purely fictional and, as usual, rough draft!
Brellie Poppins
I sat cross legged beneath the coconut palm tree,
(my only refuge from the wicked sun)
flood stained painting in handand relived the moment, fifteen short years
in the yet distant past:Azul skies reflected sun subdued
by nature’s autumn clouds,
my brush stroked colors gentled by water
to capture the memory made just hours before:“Use my dress, Mommy,”
she said, dragging her pink flowered dress
through daisies scattered
along the edge of our field.
“Let’s not scare the crows so bad they run away
forever, like Spot.”And so we did –
build our not so scary scarecrow,
we paced in front and back,
peered through fingersand I held her high so she could see
from a crow’s point of viewWe declared it a bit too pretty
and raced each other back to the house
to see what we could find
(she won, you know)She grabbed her dad’s black umbrella,
the one as big as she,
begged I open it up, “Great big”
like Mary Poppins would….And so we sauntered back to the field,
Supercalifragilisticexpialidociousing
all the wayand with many retries and adult pinched fingers
mixed with grins and giggles unrestrained,
Brellie Poppins was born.It took a tornado to fly her away,
and I wonder in my heart if red shoes
would have made the difference
and brought them both back home to me.MeeAugraphie
04/21/08
McLeesBogaert
5 Comments
oh mee… this was so perfect… i love the close on this.. aren’t we forever rethinking forever wondering,, forever remembering… this was so beautiful…….
Thank you very much, paisley.
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A beautiful image, and a new slant on supercali-what’s-it’s-name
Thank you, Anthony. Supercali-what’s-it’s-name just leaped out onto the keyboard, determined to make an appearance.
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Marcia, this is my favorite poemstory you’ve written. It’s beautiful. I simply love the use of supercali… and the way you eluded to the Wizard of Oz. The ending was so sad though. I felt as though the mother lost her child/ scarecrow in the tornado. Is that what you were conveying? Regardless, I loved this poem. It’s perfection. Have a nice day.
Michelle, thank you so much! I know my poem can be interpreted that way quite easily, I can see it, too. What I was really thinking and did not convey well — her daughter had grown up and moved away - so her shoe remark was referring both to the scarecrow leaving in a tornado (good catch, y’all) and the daughter growing up and going off….
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I just cannot tell you how I loved this. I carry images of my children and a sand castles or tent houses. All pretend but still the realities I remember.
Thank you for the comment on my blog. Hole in one to come soon…and I am hoping it is my husbands!
b
Thank you so much, Barbara. Your husband can have his first, that is a good thing, but you can still get one afterward.
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beneath a coconut palm tree reliving a moment so vividly.. yes, i agree one of your best… so much encapulated within the lines… mary poppins, the oz… the last few lines bringing it home… lovely
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