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Here in my fort
of cushions and chairs
draped with blankets,
I am Queen of all I see -
from one end of the living room
to the other.
In this kingdom
everyone is happy;
and no one fights
or leaves
or divorces.
Here I sleep with arms flung wide,
safe in a memory.
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That second stanza brought tears to my eyes. This is so real and true. Great writing.
ReplyDeleteAwww...I'm glad and sorry Mama Zen. Thank you so much, and thanks also for the prompt.
DeleteSuch a kingdom it would sure be nice to live in
ReplyDeleteFit for a king...and a cat! :o)
DeleteFrom four to sixty-four, those blanket forts make everything better!
ReplyDeleteThey really do Helen, thanks.
Deleteno one fight, leaves of divorces....there is some sadness in that...that a child has to create their own last bastion....we used to make those forts too...smiles.
ReplyDeleteGotta love those blanket forts. :o)
DeleteOh, goosebumps...achingly beautiful and emotive, Mary.
ReplyDeleteThank you Hannah. :o)
DeleteI remember making forts like that with my brother. I don't remember whether we fought over them, but I do know we had never heard of divorce.
ReplyDeleteWhat bliss, childhood.
K
I'm glad to hear that Kay.
DeleteYes, the sadness at the heart of childhood--that it can't last, that innocence is eroded, and all our forts were blankets..but at the time, they were all we needed and more. Lovely lyric quality to this, Mary.
ReplyDeleteThank you Joy.
DeleteYou captured such a poignant memory of feeling safe.
ReplyDeleteThanks Maggie.
DeleteSweet..reminds me of my childhood..we used to build forts..sad the child feeling insecure and needs to escape to a safe place.
ReplyDeleteSad, yet how good that she can.
DeleteThere were so many places that weren't safe in my childhood. So thankful you have this sweet place to retreat to.
ReplyDeleteAww...I feel for you Susie (hug). Thanks for your comment.
DeleteIt would. Thank you Loredana.
ReplyDeleteI really love this escape to the world of imagination.. it brought back my childhood games, before TVs and computers when we had to entertain ourselves.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerry...yes, a rainy afternoon meant all kinds of imaginary adventures.
DeleteSad in a way; happy in another way. . . The yin and yang of it is clever.
ReplyDeleteThtank you GM.
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