4.02.2015

Wonder

Running circles like crabs
sideways
instead of straight ahead,
tumbling on kitchen floor,
steaming milk
double-boiler on the stove,
peeling down snowpants,
pulling feet from boots
lined with Wonder Bread bags,
warming up with hot Quik
and a grownup magazine,
reading poems
from a late-night cockroach
about a cat,
cookie crumbs,
and a piece of paper
left blank for me to fill in.

Poem #2 of 30 in April! This is responsive to both Magaly’s April 1 and Mama Zen’s April 2 NaPoWriMo prompts to the Real Toads.

24 comments:

  1. Archy and Mehitabel! It's got to be!

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  2. Those were the days, Marian.
    I also got very involved as my first of five were twin boys.
    That takes two for all the kiddie chores.
    ..

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  3. Ah, Archie and Quik and double-boilers... This is golden.

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  4. Been trying for months to pen something around the idea of children's feet in bread bags in boots. Not something I have carried on with my own kids... I wonder if anyone still does this?

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  5. I did with my kids... of course that was quite awhile back. Lovely memories (but I don't know Archy and Mehitabel).

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    1. Here's an article I wrote for Real Toads about Archy & Mehitabel (and their author, Don Marquis):
      http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-toads-favourite-archy-mehitabel.html

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  6. I love this and gosh, I miss Quik and lots of snow pant memories. I always felt like an inflated
    balloon.

    Love your poem and memories-your home!

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  7. This was a fantastical mental catalog of memory. Loved it. Great job.

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  8. This feels so wonderfully familiar! Really liked this, Marian.

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  9. Sounds like a warm and cozy home, Marian - lovely to contemplate, the comfort of hot Quik and magazines.........and cookies!

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  10. I love the rapid-fire feeling in which the details of place are given here, Marian...gives one a sense of the tone of the home...excellent two-fer as well!! :)

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  11. Great to read this over. This time I noticed the hectic push of all those 'ing' words, coming down to the sense of relaxation and release at the close.

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  12. Ha! I am thinking of Archie and Mehitabel whose name I am spelling wrong and smiling. Thanks. k.

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  13. Love it! I'm right there with the bread bag boot liners, lol.

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    1. :) Such a strong memory from my own childhood but I've never considered doing it now. Why? Is it because we don't eat as much bread? I don't know. Haha.

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  14. I had similar days. Your brought back such memories.

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  15. Oh, it's nice to know you had Archy and Mehitabel in the mix! (I did too.)

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  16. The happy craze of childhood attention (that runaway sentence!) runs sharp and joyfully through this. The details don't make sense jumbled together until one sees it bubbling in the childhood home. Merry stuff. I had a friend in my pre-teens who used a baggie for a rubber, does that count?

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    1. OMG that does NOT count! Guffaw!! Also, eeew! Also, pre-teens?! Okay I'm keeping my kids home until they are 30. ;)

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  17. What a delicious combination, Marian. To find safety in poetry and to be inspired in the safety it provides: perfect!

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  18. The kids can be such wonderful education and experience. One would just love to cuddle and pamper them but they grew up too fast! Enjoyed it Marian!

    Hank

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