Emily’s Park

This is a Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore. A photo prompt of an old bridge reminded me of one of my ‘secret forts’ I had as a child. My friend and I had found a little grove in a neglected park across a dilapidated bridge, and this is where we would morph into superheros and save the world. Thanx again Kellie, for nudging my muse and my memory in such a positive way.

 

It was tucked into an over grown patch of green shadow in a forgotten corner of a forgotten park

Crouched there like a neglected puppy dog, forlorn and unloved

Spanning a creek bed no more than a glorified ditch, choked with cattail and brackish ooze

Cute little arch once aesthetic and quaint, now almost vulgar straddling of the reeds

Morning glory holding on with a stubborn grip, they say it is a weed but I’ve always found it beautiful

Lending an ethereal quality and a wildness to the wooden span, as if beyond it were coaxing wonders

Leading to that ivy patch in a grove of cedar, where St. John’s Wort jostled Bleeding Hearts

That place within a place in the middle of town, where nature had reclaimed a piece of herself

And you could barely discern the once pruned row of hedges, juicy blackberries had obscured the symmetrical lines

In the blooming of youth we found that bridge, as unicorns, panthers, and winged mythology

As children will always find the hidden places, where the self is unfettered and imagination the only limitation

Like a magnet with the love of iron, always yearning toward the greatest source

We were inextricably pulled to that overgrown oasis, with our dreams and our giggles of mischief

Eating pilfered cookies and drinking in the warmth of our innocence

We imagined ourselves in a great wilderness of solitude, even as cars hissed by in the distance

Because the world seems smaller when you’re 12 years old

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2 thoughts on “Emily’s Park

  1. “In the blooming of youth we found that bridge, as unicorns, panthers, and winged mythology

    As children will always find the hidden places, where the self is unfettered and imagination the only limitation”

    Loveeeeeee this! And oh my yes, the world does have a diff perspective at 12. Ahhhh… I miss those magical times! You have left me pining!

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  2. yes, it reminded me… we used to get handfulls of ivy vine and swish them around as our tails, and we built a castle in that clearing with cedar boughs and moss. ahh, those were the days…
    Writers are kids who refused to grow up and abandon imagination. To the author, there are still fairies in the flower beds and dragons in the sky 🙂

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