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Pip Squeaks: A Modern Interpretation
The Lost Key
Pip searches for the key
he lost, in the attic's dusty rooms.
He moves through old trunks and ghostly
frost, checking every shadowed gloom.
He discovers a map of dreams,
an ancient book, hespered secrets,
ages traversed. A single key rests
in a nook; His quest accelerates.
With it he unlocks doors to realms unknown,
discovering adventures, wild and bright.
Pip wakens a Hesperidian wonderland,
freshly sown dreams in twinkling light.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another version: “Granny’s Key” Pip climbs to the attic, the air thick and stale. Dust clings to beams, tasting of time itself, and the wooden floor groans beneath his steps. Faint whispers of wind sift through broken slats. He’s searching for something—a key, his grandmother’s story. She spoke of worlds that opened with a twist, realms of wonder hidden beyond the ordinary. He scours trunks bursting with yellowed maps, books rustling with ancient, brittle pages. In a shadowed crevice, his fingers brush metal. A key, tarnished and cool, heavy with promise. Pip pauses, breath catching, then hurries below, to the door that has waited all these years. The lock clicks. A low hum ripples through the air, and the door creaks open, revealing an endless expanse. The scent of jasmine and damp earth mingles, as glowing trees stretch their arms toward painted skies. Rivers sing with an otherworldly melody, while soft grass whispers beneath his cautious steps. This is no mere escape—it’s a rebirth. Pip steps into the light, the weight of discovery alive within him.
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Comments8
Cryptic this poem tells its story in metaphor through a child's story that lets all lower their defenses. We all have keys that we search for and when found are great treasures. A lovely write.
Thanks Soren 🙏🏻🕊️ much appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
This a lovely write, if only all keys opened a world of treasures and fun
Yes if only; that would be excellent 🙏🏻🕊️
Wonders never cease… worse than a dry well
Better later than never
This poem is told through the POV of a child, eyes wide with imagination, ready to head out on an adventure mapped out in their dreams! Beautiful, my friend! 🙏🌹👏🕯️
Thanks Tristan, much appreciated 🕊🙏🏻
You are most welcome, Rik!
Tremendous.
Thanks Thomas 🙏🏻🕊
Pip’s quest for lost key truly finds reflection of life…we keep searching, some find and some rise…while some simply lost before finding lost key….nice write dear poet
Thank you kindly, that is so true dear poet🕊🙏🏻
Those lost keys, when found, can take us to places of wonder arqios.
Andy
And that’s an awesome state of affairs; thanks Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
wonderful imagination displayed here..thanks for sharing
Thanks kindly for your most encouraging words🙏🏻🕊️
always happy to appreciate good work
keep them coming
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