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PostPosted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 12:51 pm
by Saturn

I've always been a builder,
Not a pontifex, nor mason
Of particular chisel skill,
Or architect of spidery
Azure schematics, no
But my hands were
Always turned to a
Project, a dream of
Castles in the air.

Toys in childhood,
The best ones were
Always a repository
Of the imagination,
Treasure chests full,
Brimming with hope.
Plastic brick houses
Or greyslate and black
Castles stuffed full
Of archers and Knights
With tiny swords, rich
Pageantry for a boy.

Better still were the piles
Of housebricks strewn,
The remnants of work
In a thousand new builds.
I made a precipitous fort,
A ramshackle apartment
In the yard, like an igloo
To keep out the world.
Hudling in rain under
The flapping polythene
I was king of all around,
Majestic, with pride.

The toys are now gone,
And building a castle
In the mind is harder
But I'm a builder still
With every sentence,
Word on word I try
Piling my thoughts
To capture the awe
The boy once felt.

Re: Building

PostPosted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 11:39 am
by marwood
Lovely. I've always fancied a tree house, even now the thought of living high in the tree tops appeals. I must be part Elf!

Re: Building

PostPosted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 11:58 am
by Saturn
I'd still love a tree house, like in the films! this was just a pile of bricks in the back garden beside the coal bunker, not quite Lothlorien I grant you!
Great taste those elves.

Re: Building

PostPosted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 9:32 pm
by BrokenLyre
I didn't think this poem would make me feel so reflective - but it did. Made me think and feel the precious transience of us all.

Re: Building

PostPosted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 9:46 pm
by Saturn
I'm glad you think so, it was one of those spare of the moment nostalgic reflections on the simplicity of just being a boy exploring the world, making do with whatever you find, and creating worlds with just your imagination and a few household objects.
Sadly i think there's a whole generation that have grown up in without simple pleasures like that, mine was perhaps the last generation that will ever have that kind of simple childhood.

Now I really am beginning to sound old!

Nostalgia just 'aint what it used to be...