Saturday, September 6, 2014

The funny shape ...

These trees have an aura of innocence in them;

they are like the pregnancy between 

the earth and the heaven,

standing tall and silent

in anticipation

promising birth.

We played around those trees,

my childhood friend and I;

innocent giggles resonated along the slight breeze

and then our tiny hands firm and strong 

around the shovel

we lifted it high and brought it down firm

on the tiny blue head of a snake

that had slithered out of a nearby hole.

The dull thud sound resonated as well.

Its head, smashed and artistically pasted midst the tree roots,

made a funny shape.

We giggled even more.

22 comments:

Vandana Sharma said...

The beautiful childhood memories and I too have seen weird shapes, faces made my the canopy1

Björn Rudberg said...

A memory of those treas when the snake enters.. there are some paradise lost here that I really love.. smashing the snake is like loosing the childish innocence.. love the honesty of the poem.

Brian Miller said...

we played among the trees as well...climbing, building forts, admiring the shapes in the limbs....and at that age, probably would have killed the snake as well...now i would just move it along...smiles.

annakindt said...

' Its head, smashed and artistically pasted midst the tree roots,
made a funny shape.
We giggled even more.'
I liked that bit. I hope that doesn't make you think I'm weird. I AM weird, but I wouldn't want people to think it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh poor snake. Likely both little girls felt bad for it, later. I love the idea of a tree being a "pregnancy between the earth and heaven". Cool.

Sumana Roy said...

"blue head of a snake" sounds interesting...

Celestial Dreamz said...

@ Björn Rudberg :-) thanks ... that's how I felt about this poem.

R.K. Garon said...

Sweet!
ZQ

Nataša Dolenc said...

the first line just pulls you in.. and really beautiful childhood memories. :)

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

childhood reminder as we played around trees- and still love them -lovely poem of happy memories with a touch of 'fear'

Rose said...

This poem seems at first rather straight forward but you have chosen your words carefully
and turned it into a little masterpiece!

I felt both comfortable and uncomfortable while reading
this, and it definitely evoked
memories of my own childhood.

An extremely good write Moon.

Celestial Dreamz said...

my dear Rose :-) ... you are the closest soul to my poetry!!!

Ramakrishnan Ramanathan said...

Hey Baishali I love this poem. Did you actually do this - I mean bash up a snakes head with a shovel ? Mighty brave of you. Best Wishes. Ram

Adhi Das said...

childhood memories never fade...i read it two times it catches our attention day by day u r improving and this is a good piece of work:))

ashok said...

beautiful...

The Unknowngnome said...

Moon, this is a nice tight piece of writing, you've instagrammed the dull thud of childhood many of us share. Good job.

bhaskar said...

..ironical ode to growing up.So well put!

Rose said...

Knock, knock .. :) Hi dear lady,
just popping in to see if all
is good with you :) Miss you :)

Ramakrishnan Ramanathan said...

Where are you Baishali ? We miss you and your charming poems.

Adhi Das said...

Wishing you a very happy & Prosperous New Year ..Thanks for all the support! Keep writing! Keep lighting!…BEST PRAYERS FOR FUTURE!!

Rose said...

My dearest Moon,
Happy New Year dear lady may your year be filled with love and joy :)
Miss you :)

Dark Knight said...

Nice poem about childhood memories.