SIMPLY SNICKERS
http://simplysnickers.blogspot.com/2009/07/poetry-prompt-through-sunday-july-12.html
A TIME MORE GENTLE
Times were gentler then.
A woman could pause
In her labours
To smile at her child on the grass.
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The sheets
Would smell of freshly-mown grass.
They would dry
With the heat of the sun.
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When they went back into the house
Grandmother,
In the ingle-nook,
Would take the child on her knee.
She would tell and re-tell old tales
And the child
Would never grow tired of them
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On the hob
A pan of delicious soup
Would boil and bubble.
The aroma
Would permeate the house.
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Yes, times were gentler then.
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But what is this?
Father has returned!
He is drunk!
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'Where's my food, woman!'
He'll shout.
'Bring it here or I'll belt you!'
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Times were ......different.....then.
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Everything but the violence here:
5 comments:
isn't it funny how nostalgia see what it wants to see and "disregards" the rest! It's good to remember that some things about the good old days weren't so good :)
Oh wow...that last part took me by surprise. A bit of ugly reality snuck in there at the finish...
Not only the good ol' days -- that was like a glimpse into my marriage. He never hit me, but the shouts and the threats -- oh my! And you just took me to revisit it.
thank god.."the times they are A changin!"
love the way you painted that children's picture book scene but then gave us the brutal r rated ending.
Somehow I think, the good, the bad and the ugly are all there - all the time.
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