May Play with Every Day Poems

May's poetry word grab came from a poetess Kimberlee Conway Ireton's On Inspiration

I actually wrote this poem when I thought the poem was about playing and hadn't read Ms. Ireton's poem. I inadvertantly grabbed two words in the poem that I didn't even know existed given that I hadn't read it yet. I guess I was meant to be writing this semi-autobiographical poem.

Snippets

Running through purple clover

Marie and her friends find secluded

shelter behind a cluster of Oak trees.

Little hands placed in pinafore pockets

struggle to pull mini dolls and furniture

previously hidden from prying eyes.

Names like Macy, Lacy, and Rose

come from cherry red tongues

while their minis are provided

leaves, bark and wispy grass houses.

The little girls and their minis

sip a bit of lemonade, eat a bite

of crumbled pink sugar wafers at tea.

A shrill sharp ring

pierces the laughter

of the little girls.

"We must run

we'll be late,"

whispers Marie.

"let’s go."

20 minutes of fun

then mind numbing numbers.

Recess is over.

 

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