I was inspired to write this poem for the bloggeratti writing contest on the theme “summer heat”. However once I had written it I had cold feet and decided not to enter it . I was sure that there would be many more highly commendable entries from the many talented persons who write such beautiful blogs that my poem would not be of any similar standard in comparison. But since I had written it I would like to share it here.
The acrid, piquant summer heat, on a scorching sultry day.
Sweat beads forming on her lucid tomboy face,
That’s how I remember her
“Lucy” my childhood mate.
She was like no other,
Never did she wear
Prissy frocks and ribbons
In her curly brown hair.
Scuffed knees and climbing trees
Fishing in the bubbling creek
Chasing spiders and digging worms
Collecting tadpoles in jam jars old
Tough as an old boot and resilient
Audacious and free spirited was she
She never squirmed and never squealed
She was not like those silly girls that screech
Making dens and building rafts
Camping out under the twinkling stars
Skinny dipping in the lake
Glorious summers we did spend
Then summer came to an abrupt end
And the autumn leaves began to fall
But still I knocked on her door
To ask her if she would come out to play
Sadly things had undesirably changed
Nothing remained as autumn came
There she stood smiling from head to toe, giggling like a girl
Dressed in a frock and ribbons in her hair
Yuk what had happened to my childhood mate?
Repulsed and betrayed I ran away.
This was unforgivable, what a deceit
How could she do this?
She was “Lucy” the tom boy my best mate.
copyright © 2009 Nayna Kanabar