It's not every day one sees
a girl with butterfly wings,
clouds dance upon hill with little webbed feet,
alphabet letters with paws, tails, ears,
firetrucks painted purple,
turkeys shaped like chubby hands,
smiling sun in the right hand of the sky.
One day packed away in a box, tucked away,
like a child's imagination.
by Margaret Bednar, 10-24-2012
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Kenia's Wednesday Challenge, which is to borrow a line from a friend's poem and use it as inspiration for a surrealist poem. Well, surreal is very hard for me to do and this really isn't one... but I do think young children grasp it quite easily - all one has to do is look at their art work where elephants can fly and kittens are bigger than a house.
This is also for Friday "Slash" 55
The line I borrowed was from my son's poem below. He is a sophomore in college and I adore his poetry. (He is highlighted on the side of my blog and has a tiny fraction of his poems on tumbler - he hasn't kept up with it) He has hundreds of poems and I hope he gets them organized someday.
It's not every day you see a girl with butterfly wings
Just standing on the sidewalk.
It's funny how mundane things
Like ten dollar wings, street lamps, and kindergarten chalk
Can conjour such a pondrous fey,
Who waits by starlight for her Pan,
Hair undone, forgotten bangs, astray.
It's not every girl, reminds the boy inside the man.
by William Bednar