Saturday, April 23, 2011

(Child) ‘Hood

Blankets, chairs, sticks, and clothes-pins frame a tent
Basement bivouac ensures no random breeze
Squeals and shouts and giggling do not relent
Sisters romp for hours, innocent ease.
A pilfered broom creates a center pole
A big top cathedral rose heavenward.
Next, dressing up captivates each young soul,
a wrapped sheet, and round the waist a tied cord:
a priest born, mock solemn prayer upward bound.
Indeed, our tents were independent thought,
staking our space, protecting cloth walls round 
young adventures. Together, we taught
ourselves to talk dream imagine free air.
Ears e’er tuned for parental foot, aware.

(NaPo prompt: write a bouts-rimes, a poem using rhyming end words from another poem. Poem used: The Silken Tent by Robert Frost.)


  1. lovely childhood sentiments. bless you.

    sharing a free verse with poets rally…

    Hope to see you in!
    Have A Blessed Thursday!

  2. Share 1 to 3 poems with poetry potluck today,
    Bless you.

    first time participants are welcome to share random poems or poems unrelated to the theme.

  3. Oh this was wonderfully done ! I skipped this prompt since I so lack the patience to rhyme .. you mailed it !! Lovely images ..


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