Back in those days

Back in those days

A Poem by Maddi


Back in the days,
When the sun would stick
Feverishly in the pink air,
And we'd run down never-ending country
Lanes. Our backs to the darkness.

Back in the days,
When the fabric would rustle and sway,
And the heat, like a net, would buzz
Round our homes and we'd sit poised
In the shade, fanning.

Back in the days,
When the crimson dust settled
On the old paths and heat would
Rise from them, even at midnight.
And the birds would sing.

Back in the days,
When the grass was thick and coarse and yellow,
We'd splash in the river bed, a treacle like
Stream, to cool off in. Then dance in the
Benevolent glade.

Back in the days-
But now

The days pass too quick, 
Then sun never sticks in the sky,
The lanes are always covered in a layer of soot, 
In darkness.

No money for nice fabric now,
No homes left either,
No trees to cast shade.

Now there isn't crimson dust, but
Crimson blood. Laying on the paths 
Where the birds don't dare to sing.

The grass is gone.
The river too, just and empty river bed and an
Empty space. No emerald glade and treacle river
Rush through here.

But we still live,
In a loop of our idyllic childhood-

Oh back in those days.

© 2017 Maddi



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Maddi
Maddi

The oak tree by the pond with the coy fish, Norfolk, United Kingdom



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I LOVE writing and reading poems, reading books and some fanfiction too! All literature is accepted by me! I'm also a cynical, sarcastic and rude person, but those who get to know me, love me for it. .. more..

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