Crow Friday: The Blanket

It’s not just a blanket

Of yarn and red silk

That her father

Bought for her to hold.

It covered her spirit.

It warmed her soul.

It protected her

From the monster’s shadows

That scaled

Her bedroom walls.

Although her father’s gone,

A piece of the blanket

Still remains.

The only thing left over

From the time

She was a fearful little girl.

©️mark tulin

Crow Tuesday: Blow Your Nose

I miss the honesty of childhood.

The way my friends told me

the truth

in words, in play

or in crumpled up notes.

I miss friends

who teased me

about my looks,

who said shut up,

blow your nose

and read a book.

Not like the adult world

of smiles, deception

and awkward stares.

Not saying what’s really true,

not expressing

how they really feel.

©️mark tulin

Mischief at the Movies

I wanted to hoot, holler

and toss popcorn everywhere.

I wanted the English kids to win,

that’s how I wanted the movie to end.

But I should have known better,

the kids’ reign of power ended much too soon.

An excerpt from my HubPages poem, Matinee at the Castor.

Also, hear me read the poem on YouTube.