Each month, write a new collection.
Orion blazes in the skyIron street lamps Lightly flicker backSoothing darknessTucks its edges tight.My teeth clamp firm To brace the coldPuffs of smokey breath Curl round my scarfWiggle fingers, I remind myself.Watchful eyes scan the groundFollow fossil prints of iceChoose a big man-boot to followSee the small feet circlingHear the laughter of their play.Emptied of thought, filled with the nightPeaceful stillness permeates.
Wonderful poem. I really love this. I like the peace in it!
Hide and SeekUnder the light postThe fluorescent lightingCreates a mysticAlmost surreal enchantmentWe pick our teams And play in the streetFew cars came downThe dead end roadWhere the kids playedOne game in particularWhere we called out Ollie ollie oxen free!It is the signalWhere all who were Hiding in the surroundingBushes and behind neighboring Walls would come out And declare they were safeWithout being caught or put In jail when playing The kids hiding can come and freeYou if they touch the light poleBefore being caught byThe person searchingThe game can be Found in a variation With a can being placedAt the corner for the signalTo free the prisonersBy kicking it as hard as you canAn yelling out at the top of your breath"Kick the can"Of course the original versionIs the more popular one thoughSince the person searchingProtects the home base And can go only so far fromthe light pole or the canBefore everyone can get caughtOr be freed by the last survivorThe next person is pick to "be it"And they go hide while they cover Their eyes and count to a hundredWhen they get done counting thereIs a lot of snickering and whispering Going on by the hiders watching as theyPeer around the corners and edgesWanting to save their partners from prisonOf course you know how to playThe game? It is the one all the Kids on the block use to play withTheir breath being seen as they enjoyedThe cold brisk air in the evening hoursAfter dinner was served and all there wasTo do was play Hide And Seek or Kick the can in the cool nights Growing up at the end of the Street where the sign at the Start of the block read not a Through Street and all the trafficWas to come down the roadBy either someone who livedDown the dead end driveOr was just visiting as we yelled "car!"
I love the way this develops!