Childhood, childhood

A poem from the Rumbles from the Grinder series

Ah! Childhood, childhood!
You play your rituals
You display your baubles
Swordplay my nights and mornings
Underplay my strongest feelings
Wither in the wood

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Ah! Childhood, childhood!
My source of endless sorrow
Decades in the hollow
You inhabit my tenderest bones
A phantom of crooked homes
Witches in the wood

Ah! Childhood, childhood!
I live at your mercy
Sadness and folly
Treasuring your cannons
While fearing your demons
Wicked in the wood

Ah! Childhood, childhood!
Will I route out your misery?
Will I run out of your glory?
Caves of brutal fires
Geyser of poetic desires
Whimsy in the wood

Ah! Childhood, childhood
My playmate and my troll
Ancient dragon, new-born foal
Rising serpent of broken dreams
Yet, a relative of means
Wakeful in the wood

Ah! Childhood, childhood!
Be there for me, Precious
Please entone your chorus
Your abundance of stories
Queens, gnomes, and fairies
Wonders in the wood

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N.B.: If you liked this poem,
you might enjoy Good Old Door
here on Medium