My father’s teaching house was a wonderful, leaning thing,
thick with toxic fumes and creativity.
My school next door, however, an imposing beast.
A glutton for unhappy children and alcoholic ladies, with red front teeth and spanking on their minds…
After school dust followed me everywhere, sticking like an Australian summer.
My mind already in Dad’s art-house, anticipation mixing mud and colours!
Each day on my journey, I climbed the Moreton Bay Fig, to a birdhouse nestled in the wisest crook, to check inside for feathers.
I eagerly awaited a nest, a speckled egg or two, but always empty….still my imagination urged me on, a confident soldier!
This day I faced the tree in all it’s rough splendour and scuttled up, little skirt flying.
My leafy view was a spyhole and Dad an ant under my shiny brown gaze; my love rained silver on that world.
With reverent expectation, I lifted the lid of the bird-house, what to see?
A gleaming red thing, a glorious apple!
Bigger than the eggs I had imagined, with their wild gold shells, I needed two hands to carry this treasure!
So with an apple shaped package in my green school knickers,
I made my way to earth with a bite of magic that unveiled distinct possibilities.
The truth, I was Eve’s descendant, gifted forever with the return of sweet opportunity.
How I rejoiced in my blood globe token,
of knowledge,
of beautiful sin,
of pagan thrill
of paternal adoration
of connection to my god heart.
I was sure my father had put it there given as he was
to things that made you believe in something else.
His denial was fervent though and to this day,
so, unless his, is a 35 yr old secret,
I am the bearer of wizardry sweet and a calling so dear that my birdhouse remains to its brim, ever filled,
with sparkling cider and stars.
Good to read something different and original with my morning cup of tea.
M
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Marie Marshall
author/poet/editor
Scotland
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I love scotland, tea and poetry xxx Thanks for reading
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This is great, I read it a few times. I love your words.
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Thankyou extremely!, love is a beautiful thing, my words are honoured xx
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this is so beautiful, flowing, and feels like a scene from a longer piece..
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it is! it’s called MY LIFE!! maybe there will be a movie one day!
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and what will that be called lol
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probably ‘She’s got apples!’
oh no i really don’t know there are so many great words to choose from!
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lol….better than apples!! nope…not possible hehe
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Ooh, I love this one. So brimming with the secrets and delights of a child’s innocent mind. What a mystery!!
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thankyou, my childhood was very much a series of this type of thing!
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Ah, nice!
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thanks 🙂
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I long to be a father-wizard too. 🙂 Excellent art as well! Smiling a surreptitious smile. ~D
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hehe You have a father wizard inside, he will have his day…I like your smile x
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lol…oh most certainly…a good father to keep you guessing on the ‘blood globe token’…beautifully written Lady.:)
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He seriously denies though….I still wonder, truly…what magic created the gift…the apple tree…the big apple carrying bird….I do not think I will ever know! xxx
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A simiple “Wow” says it for me about this poem.:-)
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Thanks Mr. xx
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I really love how you blend the child’s view, with the colors and wonder, with the adult perspective. It really gives us the excitement and innocence of the child’s voice interspersed with the present wisdom. The two blend together nicely.
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Thanks…i sometimes wonder about my style in this respect so it is absolutely fab to hear your view x
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I’ve nominated you for a blog award. Rules at the link…http://m00nsh1n3.wordpress.com/2012/06/12/one-lovely-blog-award/
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thanks M xx You will find yourself on my 7 things about me page, for being so sweet x
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Your welcome! I really enjoyed your 7 things about me post! Thank you for your lovely blog. It truly deserves the One Lovely Blog Award!
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Beautiful, flows like a lucid dream. The safety and innocence of childhood when we were all magic and free! Your poems are shining gifts.
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ahhh YOU are xx wonderful compliment by the way, very much appreciated xx
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What a magical childhood. I would be dishonest not to admit to being envious. No doubt at least some of the wizardry was passed on. 🙂
I do believe you are aware just how fortunate you are.
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It had ups and downs…somedays the magic was burning bright and others I spent searching high and low. but yes it was wonderful and i am grateful x thank you for reading
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What an awesome memory and tribute to your dad and childhood…wonderful!
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Thanks…I could spend somuch more time in my mind in my past…but NOW is where it’s really at!
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This is so beautiful. You are so talented!
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awww thanks x
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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