The Silk Dress
I looked into the future and freedom beckoned
Childhood was too small for me
I wriggled and tore and pushed
Till it lay at my feet
Faded like the day
I left because it was too small and tight
I hated its restriction its familiarity
Freedom gave me wings
The sun was hot
But I could fly
The future beckoned but it wore faded wings
Its eyes were pale and it could not fly
Childhood still at my feet
Lay torn a misty dream
Forgotten unexplored
I picked it up gently and laid it against me
Shimmering silk full of hope
So tiny and frail
I wear an old dress now
Future is silent
Childhood beckons in an old dress
Previously published in Poetic Storm 2005
Childhood was too small for me
I wriggled and tore and pushed
Till it lay at my feet
Faded like the day
I left because it was too small and tight
I hated its restriction its familiarity
Freedom gave me wings
The sun was hot
But I could fly
The future beckoned but it wore faded wings
Its eyes were pale and it could not fly
Childhood still at my feet
Lay torn a misty dream
Forgotten unexplored
I picked it up gently and laid it against me
Shimmering silk full of hope
So tiny and frail
I wear an old dress now
Future is silent
Childhood beckons in an old dress
Previously published in Poetic Storm 2005
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 2/01/2006 06:04:00 PM
21 Comments:
Hope and freedom, we need both of them. I say it a lot on this blog: I love it like the others.
Bye, take care of yourself.
Love the nostalgia in this, Sue. You have done a wonderful job as usual. What is poetic storm?
Carba I think when I was a child I thought being older would give me freedom, sadly I found the restraints are just different ones in different places.
Silvermoon thank-you I think hope or the hope of hope is what keeps us humans going even in the darkest of hours
Nicole, sorry it didn't make sence now I look at it it's a book
He word verifathing says nosbtbe which I read as nose bite, I know I'd better look for my loose screw
Hi Sue
I will take you on that interview for sure
Somehow I feel that I need to work on my writing style. I have long journey of learning...
This poem
A- I really liked the title
B- The style
C- The way you have presented the subject of childhood and adulthood
Very powerful I must say...(So proud of you)
What had inspired you to write this one...I would like to know?
Why did u imagine it is like a dress that you gorw out of it?
How come you wanted to wriggle away form childhood..We always say the best time of our life is being a child
The want of geting the childhood back ( is the ultimate truth for everyone)
Great, Powerful poetry. The transition from childhood to adulthood and the feeling of going back to it all again! Beautifully written!
Tender and bittersweet.
You write very well! Thanks for your kind note on my blog. I shall wait to hear from you. Hope your kids are feeling better now.
Take care and wish you a good day!
Cheers,
Rashmi
Wow!! Childhood was too small for me too!!
I've put the temple picture up...
not that i am into wearing dresses but if i did the one i would wear would be my old childhood one.
I really enjoyed the way you made the devices in this poem work, Sue. Can't wait to read it again a few more times.
..and the dress is so fragile..gosammer soft and delicate..and it tears so easily!
truly a beautiful poem and imagery :))
Castor metaphorical fling's so great isn't it all the fun and no crash landings.
Nasra, I shall be trying to think of some reall great questions. The poem was inspired by my son's baby tee shirt I still keep and yes childhood can be the best time but it isn't always and if its not children have very little control over it.
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Childhood, touches the inner (uck) child, because I could never grow up.
Keep the wonder,
keep the childhood.
xfreakx, great to meet you do call again.
Mb it is but don't worry I'm much younger since I got older
Rashmi, thank-you they're much better now
MAHARAJADHIRAJ, thank-you I'll be along to have a look shortly
CJ you always seem so adventurous, no dresses why?
Russel, thank-you, I@m still not sure about the last stanza?
echo, I may be older but I definately never achieved the grown up part, in fact my children often tell me off for being far too silly, still I expect they'll get younger as they get older-it's very important to be at least 40 when you're 12 and vicer verser
Pins the most fragile of them all
I like the way you use a silk dress and the emergence from child as a catipillar emerging from the woven cocoon, yet unable to quite leave it all behind.
as we grow older do we shrink back into childhood?
Childhood was too small for me
I wriggled and tore and pushed
Till it lay at my feet...
Lovely lines.
BTW the sneeze poem didn't make it (boo hiss) even though I think it's really good. But there are still three spaces if you'd like to email me some more. Gottabequickthough!
Meanwhile - good to see you're keeping up the good work - poetic that is.
Beautiful! Especially loved this: Childhood was too small for me..
For me, yes, it was...
Freedom hasn't showed up yet, but I'm saving my silk dress.. just in case..
'Nostalgia' never felt better.. Thank you for writing this!
sometimes a child wants to grow up all too soon and when that time comes she wishes that life can just goes back to the way when all things are innocent...when she was still a child. i really like this one sue!
naridu, that's the best part about being older you can really enjoy childhood and childish things.
Roger, thank-you and double boo hiss, andIwillbe
Roy welcome aboard, I'm essaying at the moment but will catch everyone up soon
Nessa I think freedom is a much better concept than it would be reality
Amy strangly I didn't really want to, but I soon realised childhood wouldn't stay, it was the in between bit I really hated I wouldn't re-live that for any thing
Fin perhapse you could wear them as a sort of mascot along with your other clothes-imagine trying to explain the reason for your misdomener to the police-he he
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