hair in the wind

arqios



 

Brown in the sun
of the midday born
Silken strands
of crested corn

sparks light the sky
brilliant welder's flash
jewel in disguise
jouster's winning prize.

Jack was nimble
he was quick
but he's not taking
that candlestick.

All the queen's horses
and all the queen's men
run their own courses
then run them again.

 

 

 

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  • David Wakeling

    Some powerful re-take on some old nursery rhymes.It bounces along really well. Enjoyable read

    • arqios

      Thanks , it felt like swinging a revolution in the nursery 🙏🏻🕊️

    • sorenbarrett

      This rework of past childhood rhyme casts a special feel to this poem as if one has been here before but can not place where or when. That surreal feel make the rhyme haunting. Lovely with the feel of a message that I remain oblivious to

      • arqios

        Thanks Soren. I know what you mean. Layers on layers🙏🏻🕊️

      • Poetic Licence

        A lovely feel to these reworkings of chilhood memories and favourites, lovely calming write, enjoyed the read

        • arqios

          Many thanks PL🙏🏻🕊️

          • Poetic Licence

            You are always welcome

            • arqios

              🙏🏻😇

            • arqios

              There up on a hill a parliament sat, hung on a bill....

              • Cheeky Missy

                Whoa! Wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

              • Salvia.S

                A beautiful and evocative piece of writing!!!

                • arqios

                  Thanks so much Salvia. You are much appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻

                • nephilim56

                  enjoyed the read, thanks for sharing

                  • arqios

                    Most welcome, and thanks for dropping by and leaving word; much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️

                    • nephilim56

                      you are welcome

                    • Mottakeenur Rehman

                      A whirl of imagery—wind, light, and myth collide. Nursery rhymes twist like strands of sunlit hair. Brief, but it lingers.

                    • Tom Dylan

                      Nice one. A fine write.

                      • arqios

                        Thanks Tom, sorry to get back to this only now. He be thee these days?

                      • NafisaSB

                        beautiful description and a different take on an old nursery rhyme. enjoyed the read

                        • arqios

                          Thanks Safina, how are you these days? Probably away for the summer.

                          • NafisaSB

                            all well with me but my husband had GBS from march so all travel plans cancelled till this month, having my daughter and her family over from NL..and going for ayurdevic treatment to kerala in early August..looking forward to it
                            hope your plans are also made, and you will have a good time wherever you ae /go...take care, stay safe and happy

                          • Tristan Robert Lange

                            Ah. I was away when you posted this and some how missed it. BUT NOT FOREVER! LOL! What a wonderful poem and loved the reading too! Bravo, my friend! 🌹👏

                            • arqios

                              Cheers, Tristan. Most appreciated my friend. 🕊️🙏🏻

                              • Tristan Robert Lange

                                You are most welcome!



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