Tuesday, February 19, 2013

In the Dark Playground



 Today's children, the ones who ran shouting in the sun, 

Are safely home now,
In warm houses, behind drawn curtains. 
Cream of tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwich,
A waiting bath, fluffy towels,
And bed.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

 

 Yesterday's children wait for twilight,
Slipping from the shadows, they lay pale fingers on the swings.
Noiseless feet ascend the ladder
and, corkscrewing  down the slide, the little wraiths whisper their delight
In thin high voices.

Behind the curtains, nervous parents lock the doors, check the windows,
And turn up the volume on the television.
  
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8 comments:

Martin said...

Spooky! You might be interested in these photographs of Spitalfields, London Vicki. Someone pointed me towards them a few days ago.

Brian Miller said...

bwhahaha...haunting a bit indeed...and your pictures make it all the more so...nice shots...

Mamabug said...

Oh this was a fun post Vicki! Sounds like it should be in a book.

Gwen said...

Wow! Familiar, then teary, then spooky - a gamut of emotions.

Darla said...

Absolutely LOVED this ... gorgeous imagery ... perfect balancing of the poetics of word and photo.

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

Vicki -- Very good! Sure sets a mood! -- barbara

Wayfarin' Stranger said...

Excellent!

Miss_Yves said...

Fantastic!