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Cindy Angyal's avatar

“Frail and study,and mine, all mine”…

I love this description of your childhood and your creativity in finding a protected safe space.

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Fotini Masika's avatar

You are still the bestower of delight, Elizabeth. Your poems glint with childhood magic. 💛

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26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)'s avatar

What a lovely thing to say, Fotini! Thank you, thank you.

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Margaret Ann Silver's avatar

Both of these poems carried me so directly into the child's world you're describing. I feel like I always say that, but it's always true. The hut reminds me of secret hiding places I used to make, and ones I've seen my own children make. The second poem reminds me of Ray Bradbury's short stories that are about the utter delights of childhood (sometimes the childhood stories had sci-fi components too, but not always).

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26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)'s avatar

Did we all make those little nests for ourselves? I think sometimes we did. And oh my, to have reminded you of Ray Bradbury is an enchanting compliment. His writing about children and childhood was remarkable. Thank you, Margaret Ann! 💛🌿

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Margaret Ann Silver's avatar

Oh, I’m glad it’s a compliment for you! I love his short stories so much. His writing is so rich and gorgeous.

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Weston Parker's avatar

What a pleasure it is to read this and be placed there again, among those kids. That's magic, to bring us into your hut, thanks.

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26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)'s avatar

Welcome in the hut any time, Weston. Bring your own book (or whittling knife).

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Weston Parker's avatar

🥲

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Donald Carlson's avatar

Beautifully written, both of them.

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26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)'s avatar

Thank you, Donald -- I'm glad you enjoyed them.

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Donna McArthur's avatar

I love reading poetry that is about my own experience as these pieces are. I've been in that hut, although ours was made of boards hammered together by old nails and we had to go up a rickety old ladder into the tree if we wanted to go to the fancy second level. It's interesting that back then none of the adults every checked out our second story of the child-made structure to see if we would survive, they just let us roll!

My favorite line today is 'politely, scarcely missed'. Linking those words together evokes so much, well done!

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26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)'s avatar

Thanks, Donna! It's amazing we survived our semi-supervised childhoods, isn't it? And I'm glad you caught "politely, scarcely missed;" there's not enough poetry in the world yet that describes the lives and hearts of introverted children, but I'm working on it. 🙃

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Donna McArthur's avatar

Those words also apply to me as an adult!

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26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)'s avatar

Who do introverted children grow up to be ... ? 🤔

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shari young's avatar

Lovely lovely lovely…as usual.

Thank you

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26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)'s avatar

Thank you for reading so faithfully, Shari.

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LeeAnn Pickrell's avatar

I adore these, Elizabeth. I can picture the girl in these poems so clearly. They remind me of myself. These lines are stunning:

… you are the pied piper,

the enchantress, you with your round belly and too-loud voice

and one friend at a time, you are the bestower of delight, …

I always look forward to Wednesday!

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26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)'s avatar

Thank you so much, LeeAnn! 💛🌿

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