A wee boy on a swing

A wee boy on a swing

A Poem by gram linski
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" you are neither here nor there, a hurry through which known and strange things pass as big soft buffetings come at the car sideways and catch the heart off guard and blow it open, " S. Heaney

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I remember the old swing in the park
near the house
with a young boys naïve smile
no danger or understanding yet
of trouble and strife
my feet barely able to reach the ground
poverty stained trainers
scuffing the omniscient dirt
trying to shoogle some life
into it's broken skeletal form
the fractured seat
the rusted chains creaking
in the some time only friend of wind
and that crushed patch of once verdant nettles
playing pawn to the King of my sole
darned sock, snake-like, peeking
looking for mischief
trying to shoogle some life
to swing as high as the Sun
the chipped paint flecks, burnished and falling
like tiny green angels to earth

I remember the old swing through a wee boys eyes
Ma shouting, time for your tea, son
the heady scent of tatties and stew
guiding me home
I remember the creak of those rusty old bones
chains rattling, whispers of wind
the scuffing of feet dragging memories
dragging feet through dirt and time
not wanting to leave, to live in the moment
I remember that swing
as I park my car in the concrete garden
of yesteryear
the heady scent of tatties and stew
cutting through the exhaust fumes of a 
Mazda mark 2

© 2020 gram linski


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a wonderful piece of nostalgia...and my feeling is this...that swing remembers you too, remembers how you
made it feel alive again, even with its rust and peeling paint...
and it misses you just like many of us miss that innocence of youth...and getting called to dinner, always excited as to what menu with which we would be greeted.
'j.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

1 Month Ago

what a great thought, j. sadly the swing has gone to the great scrapyard in the sky and the park is .. read more



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This is unbelievable writing. I was so far gone, I almost forgot to come back. The details! The infusion of mood! The line "trying to shoogle some life"! Too much to comment & anything I say would be feeble anyway. This is some of the best writing (top 10) anyone sees here at the cafe over the course of a year! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

thanks so much, Margie, I am humbled by your awesome review, glad you enjoyed, virtual hugs back at .. read more
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Gee
Brought some memories back did this one Gram, one being my left eye being sliced open as I walked in front of a speeding swing upon which my older brother sat. A stitched scar a permanent reminder of this :)
Loved this piece.
Hope you are well North of the border

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gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

glad you enjoyed Gee, have many a scar from childhood, fell off the roundabout once and gashed my he.. read more
Gee

3 Weeks Ago

All good here, cheers
A fabulous memory here gram. Shoogle, what a great word. The swing, the creaking of the chains, that is what I remember most. Also we twisted the swing round and round and then let go. We went round in circles as well as up and down. You could see the world from the highs and the lows. I got a whiff of your mum's stew all the way down south. Lovely it was too. Hope all is OK with you over the border.

Chris

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gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

thanks so much Chris, aye we used to do the twirling round thing as well, abd mom's stew was one of.. read more
I just love memories of childhood such as this. I had a homemade swing, made from a board and two lengths of rope. Sometimes I was reluctant to give up my high-flying ride to another kid... unless it was a cute girl, of course. I wonder--do children still love to play on swings? I sure hope so. Thank you for taking me back to that wondrous time of innocence and joy.

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gram linski

1 Month Ago

we had a swing like that tied to the branch of an old tree down by the river, so it was great for ju.. read more
Your words are potent here. What’s special about them is that as the reader takes the trip down the memory lane with you and gets a glimpse at your awesome childhood days, they simultaneously journey back to those innocent, carefree days of their own. I certainly did. Made me sad somehow. They’re the best days of our life, almost magical and they’re not coming back. Just memories left to dwell upon. I enjoyed this read very much!

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gram linski

1 Month Ago

Thanks Pestonjee, if my simple words can take you down a nostalgic trip of your own then that is a g.. read more
Pestonjee

1 Month Ago

I appreciated this read very much. You’re very welcome sir!
What a lovely walk down memory lane this is! I can identify with lots in this write. Those were the days, my friend. I enjoyed this one.

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gram linski

1 Month Ago

thanks for the review, Lydia, they were indeed the days, time for a song, sing along now, lol, appre.. read more
Oh times gone bye
Memories now
We have grown old
But in memories were still as kids
With scruffy shoes

Stop slurring your feet like that
Yel get no more - scruffy that's what you are

Aye I can remember them days

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gram linski

1 Month Ago

haha, cool review, Wild Rose, glad you enjoyed and related appreciate the review
Wild Rose

1 Month Ago

Aye well I've min there
This was excellent. I enjoyed every word! And although I was at first unfamiliar with a bit of the terminology, I identified quickly to the entirety. I love the nostalgic feel and the longing between the lines; the desire of wanting to return to simpler and more innocent times. The imagery is brilliant throughout.

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gram linski

1 Month Ago

thanks so much Fabian, glad the little bit of dialect didn't throw you off too much, and you enjoyed.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

1 Month Ago

My pleasure.
This is such a great poem, Gram. Have read it many times now and keep coming back to the strength of those images you have incorporated that lend the feeling of spirit and experience coming together to cement a moment in time. The way the man looks back at the boy--this is so touching and feels like a bit of memory sliced away from the past and pasted in to that concrete garden of today to be brought back to life.

I think my favorite thing about this is the way that you have managed to incorporate some of the trials of childhood without them being the dominating force. So, the poverty and the ghost of coming trouble are there, but it is the comfort and nostalgia that permeates and brings us, the readers, into this world of innocence and simple joys.

The angel green flecks and the chess match with the trainers--these images are excellent and stirring and offer such an individual sense of the life experience and mind of the boy. Just love the evocation of the scene. I think Seamus Heaney would have a read of this and seen his own vision of the world in parts. The world of the past merging with the present to create this continuum where even the painful can be transformed into something glorious when viewed through the right light.

There is a space in time where the dreams and imaginings of children dwell--forever being replayed and growing in strength on that remembrance. This memory is in that space, and adding its power to the swell of all the others. The heady scents of a mother's love and tender care carrying the memory on the wind. Just a lovely poem. One of my favorites. You've captured a lot of depth in the scene.

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gram linski

1 Month Ago

thanks for the great review, Eilis, have to thank you for introducing me to Heaney in the first plac.. read more
Eilis

1 Month Ago

You’re welcome, Gram. I forgot to mention how much I liked your dialect words. Shoogle in particul.. read more
a wonderful piece of nostalgia...and my feeling is this...that swing remembers you too, remembers how you
made it feel alive again, even with its rust and peeling paint...
and it misses you just like many of us miss that innocence of youth...and getting called to dinner, always excited as to what menu with which we would be greeted.
'j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

1 Month Ago

what a great thought, j. sadly the swing has gone to the great scrapyard in the sky and the park is .. read more

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