A child's nature

Impressions of a child

Don’t stray too far!

The echoes would still ring

A realm so bizarre!

The exotic would still sing

            (to eyes of this child)

 

An engine’s purr

Thrumming like the world is shaking

High beams right at me

Blinding from all sides, like baking

 

But…

cold feet?

Glaciers!

 

No engine,

            but meltwaters beneath

No beams,

            but the Sun of snow

 

Oh the beauty!

            Cracked ice a blue of oceans

Oh the feeling!

            I am sweating, but look:

                        just roll in the snow,

you are no more

only this bliss

 

wait…

the snows hold their breath,

Thunders beneath the clear skies

What do I do?

Help!

My legs won’t stand, but lapse

            they collapse

Awe fleets and terror collects the scraps

            my mind… it traps

 

The engine was louder

Afore my eyes only familiar knees

The child it curled up in terror

 

Muted shouts,

lifted by familiar arms

a calm cheer, no danger

Just a change

            broken ice a little ways away

Author's Note

An experience from a visit to glaciers in my early childhood. It truly was an experience, and I still think of it from time to time. I was legitimately so fascinated only to be in the next moment so terrified by the tremendous noise and shaking of ice breaking up. I hope I captured some of that feeling.

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

A nice way to grab readers by mentioning 'Dont read this' it was tempting me to read.

[Threads]

Oh haha, I didn't realise that. I just intended the "don't read this" as a message as in don't read the description, but the poem. That's a bit clickbaity I think I'll change it.

[Najam Us Saher]

Hey, It's okay. By the way nice imagery of winter in this poem. How every kid loves playing in the snow.