story time

Splash blink bubbles in the bath
plastic bobbing duckies quacking
warm scurries into soft bath towels
giggling twisty conversations
as water ripple scrapes down the drain
quick squirming into flannel pajamas
lovely floral soft kisses goodnight
snuggles into cool bedsheets with ba
hurried discussions and a request:

What happened to the magic seeds?

curiosity as the farmer’s life unfolds
across the fields to the forest of trolls
deep into the woods the farmer goes
will he come back? nobody knows
softly behind him little child treads
forgetting the safety of soft warm beds
gripping the hoe that the farmer carries
fighting beside him as he thrusts and parries
then finally below he sees the throng
of fairies singing a lullaby song
and the soothing song rings soft and sweet
’til farmer and children are fast asleep.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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3 Responses to story time

  1. danae mcC says:

    This is a wonderful bath/bedtime poem, perfectly captured.

    My favorite: “lovely floral soft kisses goodnight
    snuggles into cool bedsheets with ba”

    I want my toddlers back.


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