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Being six

sea, sand and blue sky memories of being six
Being six

monotonous months of monochrome light

drear and cold as the fifties withdrew
when the sky suddenly turned a miraculous blue

riding cloud nine on that very first flight

where fairy pink shells were scattered in sand
and hoof prints of sea horse went cantering round

a rubber duck ring buoyed a salt water sprite

there were buttery crab petit déjeuners
a locket and laughter for an age six birthday

it was all seaside love from the very first sight

and Dad in his shorts and holiday frame
– what a change.

© Laura Granby 2015

A simple poem to suit the age as I join other versifiers  for Sunday’s Poetry Pantry . And the Midweek Motif  is SILENCE.

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playing with photography @ eljaygee whilst Tell Tale Therapy has a weakness for words

41 thoughts on “Being six

  1. What wonderful memories shared. Six is such a delightful age…my granddaughter just passed through it. Enjoyed ‘a locket and laughter.’

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  2. the sky is beautiful – loved the contrast against the golden sand.

    the poem is a fantasy – the imagination is coming fo life. as long as we can remember the time we spark our imaginations – it will be never ending.

    thanks for sharing this

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  3. I love how deceptively simple this is, but when you really look harder you see how you’ve pieced it all together. I especially love how the lines in italics rhyme. Nice craftsmanship here!

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  4. This is so very magical…the sea horse cantering and the salt water sprite….ooh, this whole thing is so, so decadent with images of childhood fantasies. Love it 🙂

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  5. Those years from 5-7…oh the magical memories at the beach…I was laughing when I read ‘a rubber duck ring buoyed a salt water sprite’….I know that sprite. Laura you have such a way of weaving these memories with fabulous words chosen perfectly to make these images of memories we all want to relive.

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