Days of My Youth
From the top window of the tower
I surveyed my vast kingdom
sprawled far and wide,
a patchwork quilt of
rubble-walled fields
adorned in vibrant hues
matching the glow of my soul
and the glint of my regal sword.
An introvert at an early age
relishing the sound of silence
leading imaginary friends into
battle against foes and dragons.
Time had little or no meaning...
till grandma’s shrill voice
spiralled upwards, shattering my
daydreaming and, reluctantly,
I shed my thoughts and armour,
then hungrily followed the aroma of
her cooking down the winding steps
of grandfather’s windmill.
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[20 lines max ~ free verse]
My Youth Poetry Contest
Host & Judge Craig Cornish
Placed 2nd
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A Personal Fav Poem of 2018 Contest
Hosted by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2nd
© 9th December 2018
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2018
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