Sunday, June 9, 2013

Mag 172, When all are gone without

There is a certain click-
of sneakiness
and careful turning of a latch
When you are young
and want to know!

What is on the bed,
or in the desk-
I loved to tiptoe
over creaky farm house floors,
(these were grey in uptairs halls)
and walk the certain edge of steps

to attic rooms
in breathless heat;
to kneel and peer beneath
the fringe of iron bedstead
then held my breath

as painted candy box
was lifted so as not to scrape
 carefully both thumbs
 pried up the lid
 to view treasures
 laid within bright walls of gold


Jinksy said...

Oh, for such childhood dreams! LOL

Tess Kincaid said...

Delightful memory!

Other Mary said...

I can feel the excitement, great write.

Laurie Kolp said...

Childhood curiosity rewarded!

Kathe W. said...

I remember doing that! Very visual nicely done!

Kodjo Deynoo said...

The golden years of childhood

Berowne said...

Sharply deft; well written...

Brian Miller said...

smiles...def sounds like some mischief i might get in as a kid...peeking into places that have locks to see what treasure i might find...smiles.

Linda said...

Your poem evokes anticipation and memories of halcyon days. Thank you for sharing and taking me there, Izzy.

Helen said...

You resurrected memories from my long ago I had completely buried ... what a treasure ~ your poem.

Steve E said...

Our farm house was "the original" house in the tornado of "Wizzard of Oz"...and at least a thousand times I sneaked up to the attic, and I did..."walk the certain edge of steps to attic rooms
in breathless heat;
to kneel and peer beneath..."

Hey, I really like the words you "put in my mouth" (I'm pretending I said them.) LOL!

Little Nell said...

Awakened childhood memories - beautifully described.

Strummed Words said...

Excellent. I took every step with the inquisitive child.

Lyn said...

Great adventure of youthful discovery...beautiful!

Emma Major said...

you've taken me back to some amazing memories exploring my gran's home. she kept so much stuff and every drawer and cupboard was an exploration into excitement, wonderful

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Wonderful - you took me on this fine adventure.

Anna :o]

Anonymous said...

This such a charming poem I loved exploring and mysteries when I was a kid too

Sue said...

This one was nostalgic for me...reminded me of my grandma's house, which was filled with many lovely secrets.