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

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Thank you for letting me sit at your lap(top) I too was a Lost Boy.
What a wonderful reminiscence.

[Angela H.]

You, too? I've known a few of those Peter Pans. This poem whispers self-assuredly by the firelight, in the starlight, from your full-grown lap.

[E.H. Monroe]

the title sings the whole time to a Wonderland fan.
Or one that is moved by the idea of a Lost boy
especially if We are one. The idea of Wendy bring them back, or the kiss (thimble) the weaving of the story (again sewing thimble use) or just the idea of being a safe harbor in the storm and flowing the seasons and creating a fairy tale for a lost boy, or a boy who just wants to be cared for.

Time to go back to Barrie.

Wonderfully done

[Crowley]

Wonderful, we are all lost boys at one point or another, that brief respite in necessary and welcome I think. Great writing.

[J]

What has Miss Wendy brought today for me?

This is simmering with gently-placed passion.

I think you're more of a Tinkerbell, personally.

[Bethany]

Wow this is just lovely in so many ways, it is so gentle and vibrant great work.

[Lilly Negoi]

EXCELLENT!!!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what a smooth and comforting display of true selfless give~ like the brush of a hand fresh from dough to brush a child's chek leaving flour in its wake as a mark of love and understanding~ breathtaking ~

[KUFU]

Emily Burns pulls it together and the judges say 10's across the boards. This is Emily Burns poetry. Finished. Leaving me thirsting for more.
I too sense a calling.
NICE!

[PianoandPage]

i really love this poem both on its own and as a an interpretation.

"autumn crisping" i absolutely fell for this.

you take the innocence and adventure of peter pan and the lost boys and wendy and you lift it to a sweet and inspiring romance.

i love the lines, the form, and the solid gentle pace you maintained here.