Madison had a red tandem bicycle we would ride to the graveyard everyday.
We would pick daisies by the headstones and talk to the names engraved there.
Madison with the blond curly Q hair always wanted to fly.
And in the big house with the big beds she got a letter from father time.
He gifted her a plump pot of pink flying dust,
I swear
her feet never touched the ground again.
We jumped out of the highest window we could find and flew for hours.
I watched as the a couple of her curly Qs slowly fell from her head,
she said she didn't want them anymore.
Once Madison came to my window in the middle of the night the moon shining off of her scalp and told me that our flying dust was almost gone, I asked her where her hair had gone.
She just laughed.
I remember thinking how funny it was that Madison rhymed with medicine
Madison gave me her red tandem bicycle when she moved away, said she wouldn't be able to ride it for a while, said one day soon we would return to the graveyard again, said I should make sure the headstones don't get lonely.
I went to visit her in her new bed.
She said she had monsters running through her veins tying her down, said they wouldn't let her fly away.
We talked for hours of where we would go once she got them out,
what we would say to the graves.
I woke up one morning to my dad telling me that Madison had flown away for the very last time.
Father time had taken her in the night to place of the pink flying dust.
Madison and I eventually did make it back to the graveyard
but neither of us were flying.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry in Motion
Thơ caThis is my first ever poetry collection and it took me a little over a year to complete. I realize the first few poems are poorly written but, I keep them around to remind myself how far I've come. Its kind of encouraging. So if you see fit to read...
