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Childhood Sestina

Childhood Sestina

A Poem by Melissa

Through one of two windows,
the kind of sunlight that only happens on a Sunday afternoon
shines on two girls eagerly cross-legged on the floor with their newest board game.
Their first time seeing Candy Land, they sit quietly,
eyes gazing over colors
that paint a new world echoing with laughter.

Unknown to them, Candy Land would inspire years of laughter
and make-believe, opening a window
to games with feelings and colors
that, from then on, every afternoon,
would replace the quiet.
They both knew that the best kind of games

were the games
that came out of laughter.
And so, whenever it got too quiet,
they remembered to open a window
and let the breath of the afternoon
breeze dance around them and inspire a made-up game full of vibrant colors.

And every single color
that was added to the girls' relationship through the games
filled every afternoon
with laughter
that floated out of the windows
and over the neighborhood, interrupting the peaceful quiet.

Often, though, the best moments between these two were the times when they quietly
sat next to each other, each coloring
in her own coloring book. And in such times, the window
that allowed for the made-up-and-dancing-around kind of games
that created the roll-on-the-floor-until-you-cry laughing
was shut.  But the girls weren't worried, because they knew that the next afternoon,

like many afternoons
before, would be spent in quiet
anticipation for the moment they could both burst out laughing
in happiness that splattered colors
on the walls, playing games
and making colors so bright they reflected in the window.

The girls didn’t know it, but these afternoons kept the colors
of the quiet board game
from fading with the laughter it once brought, never closing the window of childhood.

© 2008 Melissa


Author's Note

Melissa
A sestina is a poem in which the last words of every line in the first stanza are repeated in a specific order in the ensuing stanzas, following the pattern 123456 / 615243 / 364125 / 532614 / 451362 / 246531. The final three-line stanza uses the six words again, but there is no set pattern; one of the words must be used in the interior of a line and another at the end. This is repeated for three lines.

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this is of course impressive to me becuase i couldn't do a sestina or anything specific numbering poem- ever. so the fact that you can be creative and genius is commanding. i liked this a lot the images were very bright ans simple, but when i read it out loud i constantly ran out of breath. of course- that might just be my weird self.

Posted 12 Years Ago


very neat. I really enjoyed this. great work :D

Posted 12 Years Ago



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