Monday, January 9, 2017

Somewhere Inside My Childhood

Ah, childhood.  Such a magical, innocent, safe place.  I surely miss my time spent there.

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90's Girl

Early evening is throwing shadows across the carpet.  Its light has carved a square in the wall.  I pretend it's a door for my dolls.  We crawl across the room together, a traveling band of children-gypsies.

I hear mother in the kitchen; she's stirring a pot for dinner.  The smell of basil and spice tickles my throat.  Carol Brady bounces across the TV screen, domestic goddess of the 70's.  I am safe as safe can be, nestled in a box outside the city.

I am ten years old,
sun glows between the curtains,
storybooks are scattered
among after-school debrees.
Grandmother hums as
she breaks beans at the table.



Written for Haibun Monday at dVerse.

10 comments:

  1. Soothing images,a very homey and comfortable atmosphere. And yet there is a sense of disquiet, of being hemmed in: the word 'box', for instance, or mother in the kitchen, as if nothing much had changed since the 1950s, the echo left by the traveling band of children-gypsies, small hints like that.

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  2. I liked the idea of light forming a square in the wall and you seeing that as a door. It adds a further meaning to one of my favorite quotes from Emerson that every wall is a door.

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  3. You take me right back to those carefree, safe and innocent years ~ Love the family members doing their regular chores Stacy ~

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  4. ...an ordinary evening...an you capture the form of a light and all that goes on around you...for some reason tucked in your memory with detail ;)

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  5. There is something so nice and comforting of being indoors... when you search adventures instead of the tension when adventures seeks you out.

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  6. You've evoked such comfort and warmth with your memories here.....really delightful.

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  7. I don't often visit childhood memories, perhaps because they're not so bright as these ~

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  8. i can see it, i can smell it, i can hear the snap of the green beans, i feel this. gracias mi amiga !

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