The Key #poetry #photography #children

 

magical key

It opened so many doors

skeletal though in shape

my memories whirl

for a moment I escape

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she had curly hair

a saucy cherub smile

she never got angry

well maybe once in a while

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she gave me the key

it opened a world

my imagination

was unforgettably hurled

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the day that she left

tears rose like the Sea

I wanted to lock

every sweet memory

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now this hangs to remind

of the door to her heart

it never is closed

though we live far apart

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The key above does in fact dangle off the handle off an antique. It originally opened the doors in my grandparent’s home.

My grandmother the queen of storytelling and opening the imagination of a small girl.

This week’s prompt for Poet’s United Midweek Motif  is Key

I also pulled this short story from my archives. This is the type story my grandmother would have told.

shiny key 1

The boy’s hands had been frozen cold by the snow. He shivered wondering if he had the strength to return home. He looked at the key. So tiny yet full of life; he could feel it. As the gold key turned in the box, the key began to grow and glow. “I am warm,” the boy said in cheerful surprise.

The fire he had hoped for sprung up around the key, but the boy was brave and touched the fire without being burned. He now knew this was no common key.

Though many people in the presence of magic ask for something to ease their lot, the boy was content to hold the warm key and box. The box got heavier until the boy reluctantly set it down on the ground. He held fast to the curious box fearful it would vanish.

The box became hot as it ignited from the key’s glow. The boy continued to hold on tight. As the flame grew more intense, the box, which revealed itself to be pure gold, became clear like glass. The boy expectantly peered inside. The only thing he could see was a plain gold ring. He reached in through the fire, grasped the flame filled ring, and placed it on his finger.

An onlooker would have seen a most magnificent thing on that cold frosty morn. A key, a box, and a ring transformed a boy to a knight. The glow about him melted the snow. A kaleidoscope of color mingled with the fire,  flowers sprung from the impotent earth, fruit sprouted on nearby trees, and life that had so long ago departed returned to the barren land.

Little did this simple boy know that he was chosen by the key for a mission. The knight would save many downtrodden soul in the cold, unrelenting world and provide golden hope for the besieged. Long after the knight was gone stories would be told, through the land, of the knight who carried warmth for all in his heart.

 

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The Golden Key by the Fairy Tale masters the Grimm Brothers is the preface to this story.

Photo-challenge:Object #photography

The Places you go #reading #nablopomo #poetry

books

If you could be a character

from any time in history

who would you be?

Would you drive elephants

over the Pyrenees?

Would you a beautiful woman be

running a powerful country?

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Would you write of grand and small

of rivers boats and boys

perform in city’s hall

travel the world to see it all

would photography be your call

of waters mighty fall

Yosemite grandeur’s tall

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Ride a ship deep into space

a child’s literary hero

though none knows your face

chart a journey to a distant place

under water worlds that none can trace

a man, a woman in a race

around the globe in 80 days

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All the things you see

the characters as one

“take not that path,” you plead

as you endeavor books to read

fingers, eyes do lead

never enough stories to feed

the imagination’s greed

The suggested prompt for Nablopomo today is what character would you be? As an avid reader since I was a young child, I would say the character in the book I am presently reading (historical or fictional). What about you. Who would you be?

My First Wheels #children #haiku #photography

Child’s Play – L. Moon

Candied apple drips

sticky hand grasps handle bars

I can’t let go

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little hands and feet

stumbling in attempt to run

shoes are too big

*

I can’t let go

sweet memories that surround

little hands and feet

*

shoes seem too big

hands grasp the wheel and lever

jerk as the clutch pops

autumn imagination CD 8

This wonderful tricycle surrounded by fall is our Carpe Diem Inspiration. What do you remember about childhood?

I’m not sure I had a tri-cycle as a little one. We lived on a hill so I’m not sure have something without brakes would have been a good idea. It was tough learning how to skateboard and bike when I was older 🙂

What I learned from a Child #poetry #photography #iamwriting

Speak to me

with your wisdom eyes

I heard a child

as she stirred the waters deep

colors sparked alive

he awoke from his sleep

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Talk to me

you laugh so much

I heard the water

as he rippled in delight

their fingers touched

as they danced in the blue-green light

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“Listen” I said

as we heard the two

speaking fanciful words

the youth and the sage

they listened and grew

🙂

they learned as they played

Poet’s United Verse First each week chooses excellent prompts to stir the words and thoughts of the poet. This week’s prompt: “HE SAID. SHE SAID”

Poet and short story writer Grace Paley said, “It is the responsibility of writers to listen to gossip and pass it on. It is the way all storytellers learn about life.”

Natalie Goldberg expounded on this idea by saying, “We should learn to talk, not with judgment, greed or envy, but with compassion, wonder and amazement.”

Photograph: “Water Child” © L. Moon 2013

Chrysanthemum (Chooyoo) #haiku #photography

 

open sunny smile

colors glow upon her face

Chris Anthe’s Mum

The prompt for Carpe Diem is Chrysanthemum Festival (Chooyoo) . As I don’t have one even poor shot of that flower, I thought I would use my poetic license

Chrysanthemum

 Photography: The Child L. Moon 2013

Chyrsanthemum from stock photos (over at Carpe Diem)