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by Gita
Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2186570
Granny has dreams about her childhood

Swirling colours in glass balls

Betty plays marbles - loses all

Wands of yellow stars abound

"Mum, may I pick dead marigold heads?"

Floating umber rounds surround

"For sixpence a shoebox-full?"

Twisting swirls, billow into cloud
Orange patterns flicker, leap, and bolt

Betty jumps down
from a tree, screaming

Elizabeth wakes up with a jolt
Remembering flames around her teeming

"I lost my marbles to friend Sue
To replace them, earned a sixpence
That made me proud, but what a fool
I was to spend on cigarettes
Once home I climbed the maple tree
to smoke upon a branch. Very soon I had regrets -
I dropped my match, you see
Some old brown leaves
Caught alight
And fire seized my sleeves
Scorching, burning, I took flight
Landing on the ground"

"No longer do they call me Betty
My proper name's Elizabeth"

98 words
Contest entry
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