to the Lost Boys

I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.

Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much golden thread;
spellbound by my gentle whisper.

You are welcome to stay,
through spring rain
and autumn crisping,
though you still search
for someone with soft hands
and bountiful breast.

And when my gracious gifts spill over
from my full-grown lap,
you scoop them up with wondrous hands
and all the hunger
of a Lost Boy.
 

Author's Note

you asked Why the title was To the Lost Boys . . . and the last line only refers to one . . . there's always another, they show up here and there, sometimes one at a time, sometimes in twos and threes, and they tend to sit around a while, listening to my words, gathering hope enough to light out again

Reviews

[Tony]

Okay! your muse has swam ashore and you are ready to kick a*s. See? it is all in the attitude. Those lost boys should bow down and kiss them toes of yours. It doesn't take, magic fairy dust, but rather...your wholesome presense and whispered voice, to appreciate all that you are. This piece should be encouraging to all the lost boys. Thank you

Tony

[theludus]

I like this Emily, Lemonade/Rachel recommended your work was worth reading, and this was proof enough of that. I guess it's all there isn't it? The woman/child child/woman offering comfort, and given to desire. That's what I took from this at least, that the narrator is momentarily adrift in both worlds. Nicely crafted.

DB

[Sel Whiteley]

You drew that beautifully. YOu are able to bring the story to life and to really capture the lost boys wonder and vulnerability.

[Raef C. Boylan]

Felt like you hit the perfect tone with this one.

There's a lot of 'me', 'my', 'I'. If you could send the same message without them, it'd be very cool, but I don't know how much that would wreck it. There's personal communication here, so maybe they're necessary.

[an aside: I wasn't sure how I should be reading those last five lines - things of an intimate nature or am I accidentally twisting the purity of it?]

I keep finding rhyme. Always good stuff when it by-passes on the first few reads; start to realise how it aided the flow without tapping me on the shoulder.

My system is a bit weird, but here's what I see...

"I am no Wendy, A
but my voice still brings you to me. A
You come and sit around my feet a
anxious for a story A
or a kiss. B
You listen as my voice b*
spins adventures b*/C
like so much golden thread. D
Spellbound by my gentle whisper. C
You are welcome E
to stay by me through spring rain F
and autumn oaks. G
You search for someone H
just like me A
with soft hands and bountiful breast. D
And when my gracious gifts spill over C
from my full-grown lap I
you scoop them up with wondrous hands i
with all the hunger C
of a lost boy." J

Works well. Thanks for sharing it with us.

[Collect-Eye]

this definitely has your voice to it..I hear the leaves rustling..a familiar smell I think.

[Hedra Helix]

Yes, I love this one! For me thats a ten, theres magic to it.

[KUFU]

yer right, too soon to tell...
This one is nervous. I know yer capability, on a scale of 1-10, this is a three...but that's just me.

[Touché Armada]

"will all the hunger" should 'will' be 'with'?

I'm not sure. But it is one of those awww poems.

I think this whole saying something useful thing has fallen out of whack in absents. Hrm, working on it.
What a morning, I just cant sit here I think =)

[fireblossom]

I just love this. I am of course a card carrying lost boy.

So gentle and motherly. :-)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is fabulous and I absolutely LOVE it! So many wonderful phrases and delicious lines in this short piece; nothing short of BRILLIANT!

[shythatway]

The lost girls kinda liked this, too. Just so you know. *smile* Pretty magical.