Treasure Island

Martin O'Neill

(20-06-1958 / Solihull, Birmingham, England)

Here be Tygers.


The wind circles round, laughing
As she dances with it
Trailing sparkles and spangles
And giggles in the air.

The trees look down and listen
The flowers nod and smile
Marvelling at the sun
Playing catch-me through her hair

A strange spell fills the garden
Time has no meaning here
Things once so familiar
Are no longer the same

And just for a minute
The world's a brighter place
Sprinkled with the magic
From a six year old's game.

Submitted: Monday, September 01, 2008
Edited: Thursday, January 22, 2009

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  • Ruth Walters (3/7/2012 7:35:00 PM)

    I love your poetry, you write really well but I thought you would from your comment on mine, very poetical...you're a natural. (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (4/20/2010 3:54:00 PM)

    Wonderful, sparkling moments of a world you've set out for us to examine here, in all its splendor. (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (1/6/2009 4:44:00 AM)

    You capture the scene here Martin very well and the reader can reach out almost to touch the interior. Lovely - - very best wishes for more writing........ from Fay. (Report) Reply

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