Candlewitch

Dream Castles

Dream Castles

 

Remember

The enchanted places...

Where,

Unashamed we played,

Between

Weed grown fences,

Oceans

Of windblown grass.

we sailed

On our mirth.

You

Were Captain,

I

Was first mate.

Gallantly fighting

Marauding pirates.

Swashbuckling

Through the days,

On

The high seas

Of,

Our childhood desires!

Comments9

  • Louis Gibbs

    The words "unashamed" and "desires" makes me wonder just what kind of games were going on there? Fine poem, Candlewitch!

    • Candlewitch

      hello Louis!

      children have much freer minds and souls..it is later that we allow ourselves to be laden with guilt! thanks so much for reading and commenting!

      *hugs, Cat

      • Louis Gibbs

        So true ... so sad.

      • Heather T

        Sweet, nostalgic piece. Children today have missed some of that joy.

        • Candlewitch

          dear Heather,

          isn't it the truth! now-a-days it is all video games and television! hardly ever see kids playing outside anymore :(

          *hugs, Cat

        • burning-embers

          Reminded me of my reflections of our childhood when i lost my older brother, my 'captain', a few years back. Your construct invites your reader to paint their own vivid pictures.

          • Candlewitch

            thank you, burning-embers,

            I was hoping to do just that!

            *hugs, Cat

          • orchidee

            Good write C.

            • Candlewitch

              thank you orchidee!

              *many hugs, Cat

            • Godisreal

              Made me smile

              • Candlewitch

                thank you very much. glad to oblige! :)

                *hugs, Cat

              • Augustus

                Love it. The "oceans of grass" I find particularly appealing for as a child a field or patch of grass seems so large and in retrospect as an adult, we see it as much smaller. I miss the fantasy play of childhood you so aptly describe.

                • Candlewitch

                  thank you Augustus,

                  childhood can be a magical time, as a child's imagination knows no boundaries :)

                  *hugs, Cat

                • FredPeyer

                  Reading this great poem transported me back to rural Switzerland where during the summer vacation we kids spent the whole day in the forest playing everything from Cowboys and Indians to Pirates and Knights. All without seeing any adults the whole day. Our parents didn't even know where we were.
                  Great poem, beautifully written as always!

                  • Candlewitch

                    dear Fred,

                    Switzerland sounds wonderful to me. I'm glad that you had an enchanted childhood... Cowboys and Indians, Pirates and Knights!!! thank you for sharing that experience with me!

                    *hugs, Cat

                    • FredPeyer

                      I don't know if I would call growing up in a small village, where everybody knows everything about everybody, with cows in the middle of it, and chicken running across the street, enchanting, but it was carefree.

                    • 1 more comment

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Good write. Those wonderful childhood memories are priceless.

                      • Candlewitch

                        thank you,

                        how far away they are, yet only a memory away!

                        *hugs, Cat

                      • Cyprian Van Dyke

                        I enjoyed the imagery and storytelling of this. It felt real and in motion!

                        • Candlewitch

                          thank you! it is good to see you!

                          *hugs, Cat



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