fort

sierra mountains, plain grassland,
the tree-house looks less real,
more memory and water, than wood
and ladder; the three of you linger
behind, turning grass and stones over,
afraid the ground'll turn to a swamp,
not me, i have turned over in my sleep,
scraped my knees, leaned on our tree,
i have hit the boulder-bottom
of dreams and memories, made my way
out many times, around circles,
if this were water, i could swim
all the way to the ocean, to save you,
but this is more than just a tree,
we won't climb up, we've forgotten how,
it is more than the four of us, now
time to leave, soon the rain will come

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the childhood memories, those days...some hang on, just can't let go at all...growing up and away is hard...but when we finally do break that string...there is no real going back...

the ties get severed...

and yet there are still the memories...and for some of us the fort is still strong, still a refuge.

j.

[highonwords]

i was inspired to write this after looking at a picture of a fort up a tree, the photo is posted on deviantart by jenniedoomsday - i thank her for the lovely photo that inspired this - thank you, jacob, for the wonderful review and visit :) i won't ever sever my ties from childhood memories :)

steph