I miss the freedom of childhood
summers
threading daisies
searching for four-leaf clover
turning an up-
side
down
handstand against the wall
dresses tucked in knickers
laughing at each other’s
frown
that was an up-
ended
smile
an omen
it would soon be over
Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Up with Poems, People
De is hosting this Monday and she wants us to play with the word ‘up’. She says noun, verb, adverb, adjective, ‘up is versatile, and can be tossed into the mix in so many ways. We can put it in a form, or play with rhyme (or not). We must just get creative and cook up a poem of exactly 44 words, including some form of the word up.
writing in north norfolk 
So much wonderful nostalgia here. I love the way this spills, Kim.
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I’m glad you like it!
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I liked the omen that childhood freedom would soon be over.
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Thank you, Frank.
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Oh the pain of growing up… it seems like when everything is at it’s best everything is soon over…
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I couldn’t do a handstand up the wall nowadays!
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I never could, but I did learn to stand on my head and arms without the support of a wall…
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Oh the days of handstands and one handed cartwheels! Such fond memories here Kim.
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Thanks Linda!
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I still thread daisies and clover! I like this lighthearted foray into childhood. So full of joy.
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Thank you, Toni.
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Upended like life. I hope that little girl enjoyed school 🙂
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😊
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I love the concept here and the way you have articulated it, Kim.
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Thank you, Jade.
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You are welcome.
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Very clever, Kim. I like the nostalgia, with a hint of melancholy. It’s delicately done.
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Thank you, Sarah. I’l be over to read and comment in a jiffy.
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There is a certain bitter-sweet feeling to growing up isn’t there? ❤️ This is beautiful, Kim! 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa! 😉
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Thanks for sharing this whimsical nostalgic write.
Happy you dropped by my blog
Much💚love
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And to you, Gillena 🙂
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A happy childhood blesses the future too…love this quadrille and image, Kim!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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Nostalgic, with that pleasant sigh for times gone by. Love how you use up in different lines!
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Thank you, Frank!
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How delightful Kim. I miss those innocent childhood games.
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Me too, Grace.
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So true. Summers are not the same when you grow up.
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They were longer, warmer and busier!
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This tumbles along in a carefree way just as childhood!
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Thank you, Bev!
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I remember that handstand myself, except I wore jeans. 😮 I love the up-ended smile image, very well written!
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Thank you, Crystal! 🙂
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Dresses tucked in knickers. A necessity when you go top the wall 🤣 Loved the n nostalgia Kim 💕
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Thank you, Christine! 😉
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I love your bit of nostalgia! We all look back with nostalgia at our childhood days! It has been a long time!
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Thanks Dwight!
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This brings memories! Handstands against the wall. I need a wall sometimes to stand upright.
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Me too 🙂
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Innocence…long gone, but not forgotten. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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I think you should pop outside and thread some daisies, just to prove those omens wrong. 🙂
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We have a fair few out there!😊🌼🌼🌼
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Same here!
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A beautiful write Kim, I love those days of hand stands against the wall and searching for four-leaf clover 🙂💖🍀 xxx
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Thank you, Xenia. I wish I could still do those handstands – I’d love to recapture that exhilaration. 🙂 xxx
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Loved the poem and the story of that picture. It does go by fast:)
Pat
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Thanks Pat. It really does go by fast, too fast. Sometimes I’d like to go back for a while and remind myself what it was like – and then I think, maybe not because it wasn’t always like that.
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Yeah, there’s that too..
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Ah, yes – you’ve made me recall the wonder of barefoot summers. From those first two lines – “I miss the freedom of childhood / summers” it just unfolds so beautifully.
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Thank you so much.
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Up with handstands…yes, our big awkward adult bodies can still do them, with practice.
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In my dreams!
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Summer Freedoms
Dressing
Down
Spring Desires
Up-lifting Fall to Winter..:)
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😊
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😁✌️
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