"Mittens" by Poetry Chick

Mittens

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"

The Blame

"The Blame"

I did clean my room.
Honest.

But then, I left for water,
came back, and there he was;

Mr. Leprechaun, once again.

I lunged and we collapsed to the floor,
couldn’t keep him within my arms
as he dove wall to wall

rearranging, picture frames, toys,
throwing bed sheets to the floor!

then leapt, he did, to the fan, spun
'round, and round, all my clothes,
papers flung about!

And out he went through my open window.

When I looked at the clock,

it was time for Davids party..

By: Poetry-Chick

"Goodnight"

Goodnight

I breath in serenity,

search the buttermilk sky
for sheep in her veil of white,

fill myself
with crisp tranquility

settle into stillness

beneath a blanket of
cornflower blue

and whisper "Goodnight".


by Poetry-Chick, October 8, 2012

I have linked this poem with Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Open Link Night"