wind-chime child

utopian bohemian dreams
of a gay wind-chime child at play
her marooned heart blinks quietly
youth is a leaf, youth is a leaf

floating high, blending into sky
her airy thoughts showed her cloudburst
thunderstorms could not make her frown
blue like a bird, blue like a bird

her song was bright yellow sadness
Kenya calls, her longing tender
"where has the wild adventure gone?"
youthful desire, youthful desire

she used to think true love was pink
purple kisses, and orange lipstick
kaleidoscopic life was great
the seventies, the seventies

cornucopia of color
rainbows of bright red glass vases
wildflowers picked from lazy fields
a cup of wine, a cup of wine

escaping from the train of life
stepping off for merry-go-rounds
from the great gourd of calm wisdom :
"drink peace and love, drink peace and love"

"Toronto told me I was gold
my worldly prince of sweet surprise"
deadly autumn bicycle ride
broke, her last hope broke, her last hope

that day joy crept into the crypt
of what-may-have-been youthful dreams
locked in another time and place
cry, wind-chime child… cry, wind-chime child




wind-chime child
7 october, 2006
(For Lynn Hick's "Take My Phrase, Please" Contest)
(Written in my non-rhyming variation of the Monotetra form)