Childhood

Team Renfield

Through the convoluted corners of my mind
A dusty room awaits

Tucked away at the top of a long staircase
Lit in dim light lies this small room

A room of memories
Memories remain of childish dreams

As I pass through the long corridors of time
I pass flights of fantasy

Winged horse with horns
Cowboy boots and hats
A children's riding sanctuary

Woods and fields never ending
Games of hide and seek

Until I reach that dusty room
She has waited so long you see

For me to remember
All she wants is a chance to play

The games of you and me
Forgotten with the passing time

Asking only . . .
To be released

Author's Note

Prompt: In a dark corner of a dark room that leads on from the dark
passageway and up from the dark stairwell in the dark house, a girl sits and
waits.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing description and story in your words. I like the feel and emotion in the poem. When we wander back in time. We wished to have done more sometimes.
"For me to remember
All she wants is a chance to play"
A excellent poem.
Coyote

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Great imagintion and i loved the way the poem flowed!

[Tate Morgan]

Imagination run wild gOOD WORK