Toblino Castle by GSK
In the spring of my existence
Glorious are the illustrations
Of my beloved Golden Books.
Laying here on a rug in October
I meet :
Inviting, a mysterious wise stranger,
Or maybe a horrible dark wicked witch,
Mud-streaked travellers through dank woods
And I gallop through the skies on a flying pony …
Day in and day out …
I while away the long seeming empty hours,
Alone but rarely lonely,
Inventing stories for these illustrations,
Since Mommy has no time to read to me.
Nursery rhymes and fairy tales
Are now my poetry and flash fiction
In this October of my waning years
I’m never lonely but accompanied
By the strangers that I meet each day
Who lead me to startling illuminations
From the mud-streaked reality of society
To startling encounters within my soul
This road may now be in decline,
No lofty mountains do I wish to climb …
Soon I’ll walk in winter cold
But for now …
This is the harvest of my days
Seeded in my early spring
From a Library of Golden Books.
(c) G.s.k. ’14
“October is a transformative month.
It’s harvest season. It is said “to bend with apples”. Said of course, in eternal reference to Keats’s “Ode to Autumn”. It harkens toward winter, and that, my friends, is the great harbinger that engenders a great mellowing. An internal transformation that mere mortals are forced to undergo. If only we never grow up.
If you had to write a story, I want that story to include these elements:
1) passage of time – perhaps have the character speaking in childhood or youth in part one; and then speaking as an older person in part two.
2) an ending that has so little and so much to do with the earlier parts of your story. Digression becomes the core of the story.
3) yet it is an ending that lightens the load.”
Red Wolf Poems – We Wordle