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Sunday 29 May 2016

LUCIDITY

This dream's steeped in mystical nostalgia,
it's visions clear as day-sight. I have returned
to childhood country home, driven
I suspect, by the monotony of stagnant inertia.

Naked, I stand, without embarrassment
outside the hand crafted garden gate
painted forest green by Father's hand,
and each post adorned by a carved ornament.

Nothing has changed: laburnum arch, all summer
a profusion of blossoms the colour of sun,
giving way to flower beds, vegetable gardens, then woodland.
Such an idyllic scene flares irresistible to this dreamer.

At the very tips of lofty fir trees, buzzards circling.
Below, King George's playing field, where we four
used to play our legendary games in uncut grass:
childhood's magical heyday, imaginations free-running.

With sun sinking low, my Mother's voice
calling me home for bed.
And I hide again - just as I did then, in the undergrowth
forcing her to come seek me. Proving, I guess, that I have a choice.

Oh the bliss of re-living that distant innocence:
I, no longer naked, but draped in daisy chains and buttercups,
dancing among the trees and ivy - a latter-day Wood Nymph
spiralling, spiralling, all the way around our boundary fence.

Brown as a berry from all summer outdoors,
I squat behind the giant gnarled Oak under cover of ferns.
But my Mother's hawk-eyes still miss not a thing:
with reddening buttocks, in floods of tears, I'm roughly man-handled indoors.



I am taking a couple of weeks off to go touring, so will catch up with you again soon.
Until then...Happy Blogging! *smiles* xoxoxo

32 comments:

  1. How beautiful!
    I don't know if it was based on a dream, but when we dream about our childhood, it's a search for innocence. Love this poem!

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    1. Yes, it was based on a dream I had, Ana.
      It was so vivid that I just HAD to write about it!

      Many thanks, my friend.:)

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  2. The insight, dream or reality is handled so beautifully. Pulled me in to a combination of childhood memories and adult dreams and related vulnerability.
    A new favorite..

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    1. Oh wow...thank you, Anthony!
      That truly means a lot to me...:))

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  3. ... and My mumme's eyes in my life don't escape anything either ... and now that I am a mumme, My eyes don't fail to see "things" in my kids' lifes either ... have a really guuud break from logger world, friend Y ... Love, cat.

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    1. *smiles*...doesn't history just repeat itself?!
      Many thanks, my friend...and for feeling it too...:)

      Big Hugs xoxoxo

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  4. Mom knows everything! Love this poem!
    Have fun touring! Big Hugs!

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    1. Oh thank you, Sweetie...so much!
      Yes, it was great to get away...can't wait for the next time now! lol...trouble is, I miss you so much.:/

      Lots of Love & Hugs xoxoxo

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  5. Looove this poetry. Full of emotions.

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    1. Thank you, Lux...so happy you enjoyed! :))

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  6. __As always "Y", a grand thought so well versed; the memories.
    __An old photo (1943), my mom testing some infant sized shoes for my feet, and the photo provides the -only- memory.

    black and white
    mom is counting my toes
    first shoes

    Smiles. _m

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    1. Oh how utterly poignant!
      Sincerest thanks for sharing this with me, Doug...this precious moment in time...really touches my heart!:))

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  7. probably your Mother's hawk-eyes will follow even as you tour around among the woodland..

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    1. I'm certain they do, Deeps!
      The fact that she passed into Spirit 15 years ago has made no difference at all. I often still feel her near and hear her voice, just at that fluid moment between sleep and waking...
      Many thanks, my friend! :))

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  8. I REALLY enjoyed this poem, just magical Ygraine. You can weave wonders with your choice of words, well done.

    Have a fab blog break and happy trails, lots of hugs, G

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    1. Oh thank you so much, my dear friend...your kind words mean more than you know.:)

      Have a wonderful day!

      Lots of Love xoxoxo

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  9. Your poem engages more than memory. It has a timeless vitality of its own. Happy touring, Ygraine. I look forward to the pleasure of your renewed company. All my best.

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    1. Thank you so much, Geo...I truly appreciate that!
      Yes, it was great fun touring the Yorkshire Dales...but I do miss you...

      Have a fabulous day! :))

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  10. Bom dia, recordar...recordar...recordar toda a nossa infância, transporta-nos para momentos vividos com beleza, hoje é dia da criança, viva com felicidade a criança que existe no seu interior.
    Resto de boa semana,
    AG

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    1. What a beautiful way to express it...gosh, you are SO talented with words, AG...I am in awe...:)

      Thank you so much! :))

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  11. I loved, loved this poem. There's such a powerfully magical touch here. Thanks. Enjoy your break.

    Greetings from London.

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    1. Many thanks, CiL, for your more than kind words...I am so happy you liked it!:)

      Have a great day! :))

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  12. So charming Ygraine, enjoy your tour :)

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    1. Oh thank you, dearest Rose, so much! :))

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  13. I really love this poem, Ygraine. I have missed you. Enjoy your time, dear friend.

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    1. Oh I have missed you too, Linda...and that tranquil sanctuary that is your blog!
      It is so good to be back - if only for a short while.
      And thank you...so much...:))

      Big Hugs xoxoxo

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  14. Yes you DO have a choice...wonderfully written :)

    Enjoy your touring and we shall eagerly await your return :)

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    1. Thank you, Keith!
      Yes, I so enjoyed my break...but I really do miss you all...:/

      Have a wonderful day! :))

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  15. Hope you're having a good week Ygraine, I miss you!!! Hugs, G

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    1. Oh it was wonderful, Geraldine! We visited the Bronte Parsonage Museum. I have been a great fan of the Brontes all my life, and this was only the second time I've visited the museum. We also walked out across the moors to Top Withins - the supposed model for Emily's "Wuthering heights". It is so isolated, and the walk in the heat almost killed us...but it really was worth it. It is a truly magical place!

      Really good to be back.
      I have so missed you too...:(

      Big Hugs xoxoxo

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  16. Wonderful poem. Your memory in recalling back things that you saw as I child is fantastic. You were living in a fairy land full of natures beauty and charm.

    Once I also went my place of childhood to see if the things which I cherished so much were still there, but I was totally disappointed. Building were there everywhere and most trees were cut and the place was teeming with people. My memory remains but the place has completely changed.

    Fabulous poem. I enjoyed it.

    Enjoy your tour. Best wishes

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    1. Oh that is so sad, isn't it?
      When you go back expecting things to be as they were...only to find it all changed...is really heart-rending. It's like a part of you is lost also.
      Oh how I feel for you, my dear friend...

      So happy you enjoyed the poem though...and thank you so much for the kind comment. It is truly precious to me.:)

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