The 80's
singing into a hairbrush
cutting knee length hair
wearing bat-winged jumpers
jellybean shoes of pink and blue
yellow shirts and faded jeans
torn as life would become
unbeknown to a younger me
the 80's
a time of ghosts and goblins
music and sunny sundays
the worst witch books
devoured with fascination
rounders on the park
until street lights turned on
then home for tea and the Munsters
or if a Wednesday then the Addams Family
the 80's
playing in the heart shaped garden
with wood pig friends as I called them
mud pies in newspaper sold with a smile
seasons shifted slower back then
the veil never felt thin or recognisable
autumn excited senses with nature's palette
winter snow was welcome and snowmen happy
Santa was real and tried his best to bring presents
the cold never perturbed and long nights were fire bright
when summer returned wandering swifts
the outdoor pool would once again open
I would dive for pennies all day long
curiosity wondered why one couldn't be a mermaid
hazy days were heated and twilight did not invade
'til at least 9 or 10p.m.
the 80’s
not all good
not all bad
some moments radiantly glorious
some soul shattering negative
the wood pig friends still visit
swifts still sing in an older heart
only now the years tick louder
somewhere along the barbed wire line
I became darkness in discordant light
the tarot warned many years ago
to not grow bitter with the blessing of life
Priestess within understands such advice
yet the little girl inside long ago died
she morphed into roots
so she could stay in the heart shaped garden
entangled where she felt safe from pain
milestones are nothing more than survival
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