When I was a kid, Aunt Marion
read me seashore stories
about the giant whale that swallowed
and the scary Moby Dick tale.
Together, we forgot our worries and troubles,
washed clean with each curling rush.
Held hands tightly as we kept our heads above the breakers
and swam away from the scary undertow.
We watched horror movies in the dark
on her fuzzy Sony Trinitron
as the sharks circled us in salty waters
and the pirate ships rolled in.
Originally posted on The Poetry Bar.
Thank you, I C
Thanks, Hitandrun 🙂
Wonderful poem! What a spot of brightness in my day. Thank you for posting it.
Very welcome, Liz
My Norwegian grandma Hannah would read me stories from the old country about dreadful trolls living under bridges, waiting for unwary travelers, her ample arm gathering me close against the fear! Thank you for the memory!
I love those old country folk tales, Martha.
Lovely poem Mark, enter the new poetry comp, it’s out now!
We would love to have you as a contestant again 😊
Very nice, Mark.
Truly beautiful! It’s amazing to be a kid.
Yes. I miss it.