The word was to build a fort
A place to huddle together
Against the storm raging around us.
You wanted to sit at my fence
To view the native flora
Those flannel flowers you so admired.
Each day I hear you call out
The things that are drawing you away
The pressure of life
The publication so close now
That requires you to be called away.
We crave that carefree life,
The swing where you are one with the wind
The moments lost within yourself
Where nothing else matters for those brief seconds.
We spent an hour last night looking through
Old photos, old things, old memories
That caused us to laugh
Remembered the love of loved ones.
Childhood games, when fortifications
Ensured a safe place away from every fear.
We held hands at sunset
Your head upon my shoulder
The stars you said would no longer pull you away
Your place you now had found.
Written for: https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2015/08/02/writing-prompt-118-collage-3%E2%80%B3/
Morpethroad 
Ah so romantic, Michael, such a lovely collage you have penned.
Thanks so much Oliana I am off to read yours…
Beautiful. I hope the stars do not pull her away. By her hair or otherwise.
Either way it would be painful so fingers crossed for her.
Ohhh, (sighing)–beautiful, marvelous; and I really love “flannel flowers”–wonderfully simple image, very creative.
Thank you Val they come out after rain.
And become drenched, I would imagine….yet no less beautiful.
You often find them in the most arid places.
So then–they’re actually real flowers, not just a poetic image?? I read it so literally.
Australian natives, you can look them up…
Okay.
So romantic. Wistful and as dreamy as flowers blowing in the wind.
That’s a lovely comment Suzanne thanks so much…
Romantic and moving extraordinary job you have done!
Thank you so much Yves, have a great Sunday….
You too Michael!
Your post is lovely, Michael. The collage stirs childhood memories of my own–swinging for hours by myself at the park swinging higher and higher wanting to jump to see how long I could stay in the air, maybe even fly. And the dandelion fluff that I never passed an opportunity to blow up into the sky hoping my wishes came true. Skinned knees and bum from falling off my first bike-rusty, 26-in. that I never could sit on the seat and reach the pedals at the same time…sorry to ramble on so; it was lovely going down memory lane for a moment. Oh, and I never missed an opportunity to build a fort when I was a kid-in a tree, a bunk-bed, a closet… Sharing these memories with someone would indeed be lovely. Have a wonderful day.
Thanks Mandy. Sounds like a fascinating childhood. I appreciate you stopping by and sharing with me.
My pleasure, Michael. Your posts quite often resonate with me!
I am super pleased to know that they do.
How indeed to resolve the desire for the carefree life with the struggle for fame, fortune, and the legal tender. I’ve never found a way. I envy those who do.
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Thank you for your reading and your comment.
You always write such lovely romantic free verse/poetry, Michael.
Thank you Lyn, glad you found it so….hope you are keeping well.
Doing well thanks, Michael
Awww…Beautiful & romantic. ❤
Thank you so much….you are so kind….