She jumped on the pendulum
Too soon-
Both feet barely curling around
The golden face of
Time’s unstamped coin,
Each finger wrapped itself
Around the gleaming cord
Instinctively,
Tire swing blisters
Rested on its bright braid.
But her summertime smile
Was lost in the back and forth breeze,
Porch swing memories
Splintered
As she swung.
Marilyn Nepp Sturner
this very very creative poem is soo good!
jacsprat
Thanks! 🙂
Betty Hayes Albright
Nicely done – I especially love those last 3 lines!
jacsprat
Thanks- I tried to give the poem constant movement, starting slowly with a pendulum swing and finishing with a splintered explosion!