CHILDHOOD LOST
High on the chilly windblown crag, childhood is tarnished:
powerlessness and fear hang in the air like shades of dark.
This trusting spirit child, so full of generous ease,
no longer views her Lilliputian world through hazy,
carefree hues of innocence; but travels now, with hesitance
on tippy-toes, while ....flight, shouts and screams shreak -
discordant notes from every fibre of her being.
A threatening ‘otherness’presses;
menace hovers in the fractured shadows,
nooks and crannies where she plays her
childish games of make-belief and mayhem.
She shifts from innocence and childish play....
too late she minds her mother’s call
"take care my dear, be home by dark.
She bolts like lightning down the scree,
emerging from the crags on to the road.
The terrace, shines wet and lowering;
chimneys plume ; glowing windows beckon -
like familiar beacons on a hill.
Arms wide stretched wait to draw
this child of love and nurture in.
Her identity fractures yet
into shades of grey, while
fear become a token currency
and trust is forever lost.
Isabel Telford
April 2008
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