Imagination

When I was little

I turned cardboard boxes into playhouses,

stacked them one atop another

until I’d built the tallest tower in the world

or the biggest castle ever seen.

 

The settees in the living room

were princess beds

or safe land when the carpet turned to lava.

Stepping stone cushions were employed

to cross treacherous territory

without risking loosing toe or limb

to the fiery pits.

 

In the corner of the room was a cupboard

where the toys and games were kept.

We’d ransack the two shelves

leaving them bare and empty

ready for conversion

into bunk beds.

 

Our garden was besieged by monsters

that only my sister and I

could defeat.

Defending the keep at all costs

we fought battles across the grass

and through the orchard

onto the desert planes.

 

When the games reached their end

we’d hit the reset button.

Go back to the beginning before the victory

replace the villains anew

and start over in our efforts.

 

If I’m honest,

we never really stopped playing.


Daily Post: Imagination 

 

10 Comments

  1. It is a light-hearted shimmering piece of art!
    Creative thoughts and relatable at the same time.
    The last line is ❤ It really has a profound meaning.
    Enigma 🙂

  2. i have to admit, i dont know when i last read a piece filled with a child’s enthusiasm this much. it feels so authentic and precious as if you wrote this inbetween your fight with the monsters all those years ago! Way to go,Amazing writing!

        1. Don’t worry I won’t. If you enjoyed this there is quite a collection of other poems on the site. If you’ve got the time I’d love to hear some more of your feedback.

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