A Hand Grenade Amongst The Roses
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The Brief for A child whispers
Write a poem about what you would say if you were to talk to yourself as a child...
As you can see I went outside the box on this one.
A Child Whispers
With eyes wired shut
Immersed in the tenebrous
The white noise of night, seduces me
Decomposing,I melt into unconsciousness
And in the darkness,
With nowhere to hide
Listen, can you hear it?
The whispers of a child
Unspoken commentaries
And unpretentious words
Echo through the silence
Only a quiet whisper heard
Conjuring up thoughts
Memories of the past
Flashes of Pohutukawa blossoms
Summers that didn't last
Recollections,
Misplaced youth and aspirations lost
The years have advanced
And growing up, what's the cost?
In the darkness,
Nowhere to hide
Can you hear it?
Whispers of the child
My Mark Scotting