In the garden, I tread barefoot.
Small stones weave between my toes
As the early-June sun blesses my pale, Hibernian skin.
Behind me, four little and four big paws
Pitter patter
Like raindrops on a window
As Mother Nature's feathered choir
Serenade me with avian hymns.
Hidden in the mass of plants,
My mother's fairy garden lies.
Vibrant, Seussian homes masterfully sculpted from clay
Surrounded by plastic toadstools and garden gnomes.
Above my head, a sheet of bright azure.
Empty and endless -
Not a single cloud in sight.
Had I the power of a great deity,
I'd wave farewell to April showers and Winter snow.
Never again would Jack Frost nip our noses.
Each day we'd play comforted by a blanket of warmth;
A never ending Summer holiday.
YOU ARE READING
Koi Boy
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written to document some of the experiences I've had as a young person living in Ireland.
