Cristina M Moldoveanu Poet Free verse

Childhood Trifles

those days the sun flew like corn flour 
freshly ground at the millrace 
even in winter it was yellow  
when I pressed it down with my thumb 
like an unfastened button on my chest 

I hardly cut my way with a stick 
through the tall weed field 
until my knee high socks 
were filled with thistle tassels 
jumping over the fence like a thief 
into our apple orchard
so no one knew where I was 

when the Big Dipper rose over the barn 
I slipped on the manger’s opening
inside freshly cut grass 
stealing my grandma’s small chair for milking  
singing for the young foal with caramel skin 

those days all hearts were red and warm 
in the shape of a gingerbread heart 
each star was a story 
whispered by fairies in the daffodils’ glade

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Poet Destroyer A April 2, 2014 at 3:17 PM Cristina, lovely .... Wow... This reminds me of my childhood. The Big Dipper, was the first thing, I'd search for when laying on the barn side with my sisters. I'm from the country, so I know the imagery and trifles stories above well... I'm adding this to my favorite list. Another perfect 10 poem.... Linda Cristina M Moldoveanu April 3, 2014 at 8:41 AM This was indeed the taste of my childhood...thank you so much for your emotional response and your confessions. :) Love, Cristina