This week the theme is Underground.
Underground Pin-wheel.
As he steps down the flight of stairs,
his pin-wheel is still, silent,
He grasps it tight, concentration
apparent
as he steps onto the platform of
the underground station.
Behind the yellow line he waits
a picture of impatient childhood
in the fake light that fills
the dirty underground station.
He blows, trying to make the pin-wheel
turn,
hoping he is enough to end the
stillness.
He waits for the train to take him
above ground
away from the murky underground station.
As he waits, the pinwheel slowly begins
to quiver,
it catches the faint breath of wind,
as the next train approaches
to take him from confining underground
station.
As the light from the train becomes
visible,
the pin-wheel spins faster and faster
until it just a blur of sound and
colour
held by a little boy on the underground
station.
It stops again as he boards the train,
that will whisk him home,
with his beloved pinwheel,
he leaves the endured underground station.
© LatteJunkie, 2011
© LatteJunkie, 2011
Very good! You are very talented with your writing!
ReplyDeleteOh wow! This is a gem Cyndi! It filled my head with pictures so vivid. This would make a beautiful picture book. Is Monkey the boy in the poem?
ReplyDeleteThanks guys, it is indeed Monkey. He got a pinwheel yesterday and was enthralled with it. Especially when the train pulled in and made it spin. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery! You have a talent! It's wonderful that you shared the poem!
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