It’s early morning. Sticky summer air
pokes through window-screen holes
onto your curled-up body
like sun rays on a little spore.
Dad pokes his head in
to see if you’re up. You bound
out of bed, uncurl, follow him, full of sweaty, summer dreams,
full of thick sleep.
You’ll get older and keep doing this.
This life of yours, windblown,
will always be like a piece of string
coiling, then unravelling in the wind.
Hello! Happy to see your blog :) Chris
ReplyDeletemmm, summer. :)
ReplyDeleteI like it more the longer it goes. you uncurl, follow him, still full of thick summer,still sleeping. has a lovely feel to it.
the last 2 stanzas make it feel like a tribute when in first part I presumed it was author pov. might be just me.
do you mean tribute to the dad or to the narrator?
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. So evocative of summer and lazy days of childhood. You are very gifted as a poet.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, Eileen (Stenersen) is me (Eleanor was the name my dad called me!) My blog is in this name (Eleanor) and is called Writeon
What i I liked the most was how you captured that feeling of the summer wind in the cooler hours of the morning, and that feeling of family.
ReplyDeleteRemarkable how much this 'works' for me, despite having grown up in a very different climate than yours.
Thank you both!!
ReplyDeleteIt's funny, I actually hadn't pictured it being cool, just sticky. The way sticky air can seep in through your window, you know?
ps: Hey Eileen!!
tribute not to dad or to narrator but seems addressed to another in last bit.
ReplyDeletelike the idea of air being extruded thru the holes in the screen. a gummy heat.
btw, I must be feeling really old these days that find it cute that you declare yourself not young at 29. "I'm 29 and I've been writing on and off since I was young."
ReplyDeleteHaaha!! Is 29 young?? Phew.
ReplyDeleteOh!! I see what you mean. Well the last 2 stanzas are meant to be about the narrator, from the older (haha) narrator's perspective. I guess it's a form of tribute, in a way, to the narrator and the way that she's lived her life since then. Does that make sense?
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