When savage storms warred upon night's void,
snapped power lines, felled trees,
I'd resurrect Oz's tornado
and Mother would smile, light candles.
Despite raging winds and bursting sky
the mellow flickering shadows hypnotized
and frolicked upon our walls
as Mother's voice became a rhythmic flute
and I, cocooned within Grandmother's quilt,
swung up and down, became lost
in a magical land of counterpane,
and the wind became a song...
by Margaret Bednar, February 27, 2018
This is an exercise offered by "dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics - finding Emotions and Concepts in Things" Our marching orders are to "write a poem that captures the concept without ever telling us what the concept is. It will be up the readers of the poem to name the concept or feeling in the comments. Take what you are feeling and make it so real through "things" that we'll be able to name it."
I will title this poem from the comments left by one of the readers...
A Child's Garden of Verses, by R. L. Stevenson was my favorite book (beside Cinderella) as a child. I have both books still - very worn, very loved. Oh, and Black Beauty as well.