All in a golden afternoon,
Under the skies of cloudless blue.
I look up to see clouds like balloons
And baboons.
Oh what a silly thing life is
All meetings and living to work.
Why,
I want to work so I can live
Or just not work at all!
What a sad thing life could be
If I wasn’t a child forever.
I will be, you see
Because I willed myself to just stop!
Stop growing up.
The clouds stay moving but I am frozen.
The sun continues to shine
But I am still a girl in a tree
And I always will be.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the following prompt: ‘All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue.’ (Write a poem that that begins or ends with this line adapted from “Alice in Wonderland.” Don’t feel limited by the theme and images of the book - see where else you could go from these words.) Comments welcome!
- Category: Fantasy
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