Bark bitten calves hooked in place,
perfect ‘v’ ankle to hip.
Silly stretch of bare belly
concave as you swing.
Cheeks round with storm winds.
Filled sails of a fallen shirt.
Billowed until breathless and grinning
stained knees knocked loose
there’s still another turn.
LOVE your description here….especially the filled sails of a fallen shirt. Breathless and grinning…..me too reading this 🙂 So glad you posted.
Thank you Lillian. I’ve not been writing much since the UK went into lockdown but I’m trying to right that this month. I’ve reached the point where there are no more cupboards to reorganise so I’ve got less options for procrastination. Hope you and your family are well.
Nice line: “Billowed until breathless and grinning”
Thank you Frank. Hope you’re well.
Such a long time since I climbed a tree… so much fun.
It’s been ages since I did so myself. Weirdly I thought about it because of the hunger games movie. Tense chase scene, and all I can think about it what a good climbing tree she’s found.
This is so much fun!
Thank you Linda. Hope you’re well.
Wow! What fantastic imagery in so few words! I was hooked with that first line… “bark bitten calves” love it!
Thank you Katy. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
A vivid image of a child climbing a tree, Carol! I love the ‘Bark bitten calves’, the ‘Silly stretch of bare belly’ and ‘Billowed until breathless and grinning’.
Thank you Kim. My sister and I were lucky enough to run wild in the country side as kids so I’ve got many happy memories of trees and scrambling around.
Hope you are well.
Not too bad, Carol. I’ve just got over shingles and a fall that left me quite stiff and with a purple toe. I’m being shielded (asthma, diabetes, heart) and it’s my eighth week confined to the house, Before the shingles and the fall, I did get out to walk around the football pitch opposite our house, but I’m still a bit unsteady. I miss seeing real people. How are you doing? Stay safe and well!
That was me as a kid; wonderful capture. My grandfather taught me tree climbing; later my family called me the “monkey”.
Aw, cute. Hope you’re all keep well at the moment.
childhood joys! (K)
Nice one. I use a ladder to pick the only fruit left in my yard now, West Indian Cherries
Happy Monday, thanks for your delightful little tree climbing adventure
I love cherries. The blossom has just finished here so fruit is starting to sprout and the plum tree looks so cute with its tiny green bulbs.
Beautiful, Carol. Is this from your book? It’s lovely.
I haven’t been able to figure out how to open the pdf with kindle. Will you be adding a kindle version to Amazon?
Hi, I was thinking about it but quite honestly I’d been avoiding looking at it due to how daunting the kindle process seems. Have you had any experience using it? Hope you and your family are doing okay.
All my books are on kindle, Carol. It’s actually not that hard if you already have the print version. I’ll bet you could convert your book in a day. I’d be happy to pick it up. I tend to read at night in bed (especially poetry) and a kindle version is perfect for that. 😀
I’m having some trouble with the formatting. I’ll get back to it after work and see if I can work it out.
Ah, I can see how poetry might be a little more challenging. Let me know if I can help. Just email me with any questions. 😀
Thank you! Appreciate the offer.
It’s in review on Kdp, but I’ve sent across the kindle creator version in the hope you should be able to open it on your kindle to read the poems.
I knew you could do it. And thanks for sending it again. I’ll try transfer it, but its really hard to get files from my laptop to my kindle. They don’t talk. 🙂
Up and published on kindle It’s All In The Blood https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08845Y4L8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_i_GgCSEbZPVY8RP
Woo hoo. Got my copy, Carol!
Oooo, doing my little happy dance!
I hope to read it soon too 🙂
Decades since I climbed a tree! Surely a joy of childhood!
Very much so.
Must be fun to climb a tree. Your words made me see the picture perfectly. Nice.
Thank you Myrna. Glad to hear so.
I could climb a tree but never liked that hanging upside down business. However you describe it well, and the kid in the poem is having a silly good time.
This feels like being a kid! Love it! 🙂
For a moment I wasn’t sure if we were in a tree or a circus! I love the breathlessness – I had to read it at a run!
This made me think of being a child at the playground and running from the swings to the monkey bars to the climber then down the slide….
Wonderful. That’s such a lovely memory.
I loved this! Took me back to climbing trees in the woods behind my childhood home.
I’m so glad.