Strapped tight to the hand
covering bare skin,
children throw them about
once they've reached
the white kingdom
beyond the doorstep.
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
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"
I have linked this with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "Open Link Monday"
7 comments:
The white kingdom & faces burnt with a red velvet smile!
LOVE. Sounds like you have first hand experience :)
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.
'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!
White kingdom indeed and I love the mental image of them drying by the stove!! Beautiful poem!
Very fine poem. Enjoyed thinking about the white kingdom and those mittens drying high after one adventure and waiting for the next day.
aw. and don't forget the time it takes to gear 'em up and strip 'em down after. :)
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!
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