Here's my first attempt since hopping off the Poetry Bus (now permanently parked at the magazine stand) and jumping into the Poetry Jam. The prompt is "thunder and lightening," two of my favorite natural wonders! Thunder and lightening may not remind you of porch swings, but that's where memory takes me. You can read other Poetry Jammers here. Why not join us with some jam of your own?
At Fourteen
Nothing was better
Than a porch swing in summer
With the rain pouring, pouring
And a blanket on my shoulders
And me, pushing, pushing
And my voice singing,
Ringing louder than the thunder
And my dreams dashing,
Flashing brighter than the lightening
In the sky.
You made my heart dance with this ... sparked all sorts of delicious memories! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAh yes...I enjoyed storms similarly (but in a more crazy teenage wild poet way) -- I used to climb up in a maple tree behind our house and let the wind blow me back and forth while thunder crashed around me. Dumb, I know -- but I was never struck by lightening. I think.
ReplyDeleteBrought me back to the days on my front porch under the awnings taking it all in.
ReplyDeleteLovely song.
Lovely memory! me too- nothing like porch swings
ReplyDeleteor a good boomer. Thanks!
Not for me, though it sounds quite splendid. (I'm a natural-born coward.)
ReplyDeleteIt reminded me of What Katie Did. If you ever read that. It was one of my favourite books of young teenagerhood. :) :)
ReplyDeleteThis is making me want a porch swing!
ReplyDeletethis powerful vignette reminds me of how much i, too, wish i had a porch swing. now in the past two years we have made the porch for ourselves and now it's time we made the swing to it, too :))
ReplyDeletei also checked poetry jam and plan to join some time later on.
There's such a fine vigor in this poem, I find it has toes that push, push, push against the floor of my mind, and then it sails up.
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