Midsummer Verges

Content in our garden’s leafy shade,
I think back to weedy margins
on a distant council estate,
full of dandelions and significance,

between pan-hot pavement
and simmering black tar,
a strip of withered grass,
litter-strewn and dotted with dog mess,

where bike wheels used to spin, click, tick;
children clutched coins in sweaty hands
at Mr Whippy’s ice cream van;
where we found our first four leaf clover.

The summers of childhood are long over,
blown away like gossamer seeds,
and I sit here at sunset, taking stock,
puffing away at a dandelion clock.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

Dandelion Sunshine

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43 thoughts on “Midsummer Verges

  1. I love this section:

    “I think back to weedy margins
    on a distant council estate,
    full of dandelions and significance,

    between pan-hot pavement
    and simmering black tar”

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  2. You captured that magical summer moments Kim ~ Love this ending:

    The summers of childhood are long over,
    blown away like gossamer seeds,
    and I sit here at sunset, taking stock,
    puffing away at a dandelion clock.

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  3. I can feel the weight and importance of that little strip of grass that you knew so well as a child. There is a power in childhood memories that somehow connects universally even though they are not shared memories. You have let that keen child’s observation and deep emotion come through.

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  4. Came here late, but still very impressed with your tender nostalgia. I, of course, would never have used the term “dog mess”–but it works for you. We’ll leave the coarse language to the curmudgeons, right? It is wonderful to witness the clarity of recall relative to your childhood.

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  5. So so late to the reading….apologies. Kim: this is wonderful. Several years ago we took a “road trip” back to the town I grew up in. We drove by the house I lived in from age 2 to third grade. It was so sad to see….the lilac bushes I remember hiding in were gone. The porch I played dolls on with my pal Junie, was dilapidated and shedding its paint. The fence was gone. The garage where we stored my bike was replaced with a new garage…next to the dilapidated house. I took pictures but I felt so sad. The “dandelion clock” in your last line really hit home. All of this post did. I’m so glad I came here this morning. A wonderful write.

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