I have decided to run away
like a pouting child
with a bag full of biscuits
and a tiny tent

Maybe I will climb over the wall
and sit on dry leaves
until I forget what haunts
all my grown up dreams

Or perhaps I will just walk the road
made of packed red clay
that runs past my ambitions
right into the meadow

where sparrows fly
even in winter.

6 thoughts on “Runaway

  1. imaginaryfears,

    I am so glad to have made you smile. I love to make people smile and I’m glad you saw the freedom.

    Crafty Green Poet,

    Thanks so much for noticing the imagery!


    I like that you said “whimsical melancholy feel”. I think that is the exact way I felt as I wrote and what I was trying to communicate…thank you!


  2. Hello Johemmant,

    It is nice to meet you. Thank you so much for your kind words. I will make my way to your neck of the woods soon for a visit!


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