Saturday, January 26, 2013

"Mittens" by Poetry Chick


Strapped tight to the hand
covering bare skin,
children throw them about 

once they've reached 
the white kingdom 
beyond the doorstep.

Bending,stretching,creases form
but it doesn't matter, 
they hold their place, wet but firm.

Young children hopping about
jackets flying, faces burnt 
with a red velvet smile

When the day is done, 
they will be placed 
high to dry

Preparing for 
their next adventure 

- Poetry Chick, January 26 2013

I have linked this with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "Open Link Monday"


Margaret said...

The white kingdom & faces burnt with a red velvet smile!

LOVE. Sounds like you have first hand experience :)

Kim Nelson said...

Never having lived in a snowy-winter clime, I cannot imagine the pile of mittens, socks and jackets that must pile up. You gave me a glimpse.

Poet Laundry said...

'Mittens' is one of those words that conjure imagery of an entire season to me. 'the white kingdom' sounds magical...and of course it is, especially when you're a child. Enjoyed this!

Hannah said...

White kingdom indeed and I love the mental image of them drying by the stove!! Beautiful poem!

Mary said...

Very fine poem. Enjoyed thinking about the white kingdom and those mittens drying high after one adventure and waiting for the next day.

Marian said...

aw. and don't forget the time it takes to gear 'em up and strip 'em down after. :)

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh those "mittens" I remember those days well. Here in the south there isn't much use for them..Here's to more "mitten" adventures to come!