When I was a child
I collected spiders webs
from the hedgerows in a forked stick,
dripping morning dew, sparkling
like diamonds in the sunlight.
As I grew into a teenager
I slept in my room cocooned
by walls filled with Elvis eyes
adoring me;
as a young mother,
I would hoard
the smiles and sticky kisses
of my children with pride.
Later in middle age
love became rare and elusive
difficult to hold on to.
Harsh words and heartache
were collected all too easily.
Now in old age I catch
faded memories in a cleft stick
and blow away the dust
from the cobwebs
to see more clearly
the collected storms and teacups,
and I smile wistfully at life’s irony.
©
Copyright
VMM
2005
Comments
tcook | October 10, 2008 - 10:40
Very good indeed - a really nice angle on Shakespeare's ages of man.
luigi_pagano | October 10, 2008 - 10:45
I say Val! It isn't every day that Shakespeare comes into the equation. I agree with Tony that this is a very good composition. Another cherry to add to your collection and this will not fade.
Luigi x
Bradene | October 10, 2008 - 16:30
Thanks Tony this not only made my day but my week too. Val x
Bradene | October 10, 2008 - 16:31
Luigi you are always there to encourage and cheer me on thank you my friend. Val x
Nathan Bednarek | October 10, 2008 - 23:57
A well deserved cherry Val! Yes, I agree that you presented Shakespeare's 'angle' with a lot of skill in this piece. The fourth stanza is the best one in my opinion. Well done.
Nathan.
Bradene | October 11, 2008 - 09:31
Thanks Nathan Happy you enjoyed the read. Val x
artisus | October 11, 2008 - 13:39
Congratulations Mrs Poem of the week. xxX
Bradene | October 11, 2008 - 14:52
Thank you Nic. I was so thrilled. Val x
sunshine | October 12, 2008 - 16:10
excellent - I particularly like the last stanza. Margot
Bradene | October 14, 2008 - 10:30
Thanks Margot Happy you enjoyed the poem. Val