Swirls of Silt
Silt filled the webbing of her pebble toes.
The rays beamed down as ripples drifted
Her mother slathered her in lukewarm sunscreen.
I remember her simple contentment.
With tattered dolls and Popsicles, she was joyous.
The burley man carried three girls with one arm.
Effortlessly, with one arm, he was a sailor.
With tattered dolls and Popsicles, she was joyous.
Stringy locks stuck to her grape flavored lips
Purple in hue from her sweet treat consumption
The blanket was cushioned from northwest ground
Her dolls were hungry; she left the blanket.
What an adventure to stray from your mother
I remember her simple contentment.
She scooped mossy soup to feed her babies.
She collected water to quench them and sat.
The sailor called to her from a distance
He had discovered her mud hiding hole
She pattered to be greeted by sisters
A sunflower hat rested on her head
Its petals crescent her face, near the lagoon
Her mother slathered her in lukewarm sunscreen
As sisters doted on her, She was their baby doll.
Tickle wars ensued with ranges of laughter
The sailor docked the boat, his shoes dipped in water.
And what a sailor he was, his hands rugged and worn
She resembled him
most with her chestnut pupils
Though each were the same in his eyes, an honest man
Effortlessly, three girls, one arm; he was a sailor
What’s more heroic than sailors with ladies?
A certain man to father three darlings
Silt filled the webbing of her pebble toes.
It sloshed about while she moved on the bank.
Creating swirls of earth in motion, turning.
The rays beamed down as ripples drifted
Madeline,
ReplyDeleteI thought your poem was really good. I enjoyed the line, "As sisters doted on her, She was their baby doll" because earlier the youngest girl was playing with dolls and then now she is one. Great job!
Kimberly
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ReplyDeleteHey Madeline! (I'm commenting on your poem because we had a group of three :) )
ReplyDeleteI think you did a lovely job on the poem overall, but I wanted to point to my favorite verse--the final one: "Silt filled the webbing of her pebble toes./It sloshed about while she moved on the bank./Creating swirls of earth in motion, turning./The rays beamed down as ripples drifted" -- I think you depicted a scene very well, and it made me feel pleasantly nostalgic for my own childhood days spent playing in streams. Nice work!
~Ayla Rogers