Swing of Possibilities

Little girl

spinning,

squealing,

dizzy

with glee,

pigtails and innocence

and laughter

flying

in the breeze…

 

Young lady

in love

being pushed

romantically,

a shy smile

and stolen glance

noticed by tree

and he

as swing’s momentum

slows

and romance

quickens,

first kiss

approaching;

oh, the

anticipation…

 

Elderly widow

sits still

on the suspended plank

swaying in and out of

memories,

cold hands rubbing

the rough

ropes and scars,

but he only feels

her soft hair

in his dream…

 

The swing starts

to sway,

though the bitter winds

have not changed.

 

He does not see

but from far away,

you can make out

her ghostly figure

giving him a push

back into happiness,

as he swears he hears

her voice

laughing in chorus

with the breeze and

the leaves,

bringing eternal spring…

 

Poetry and image ©Laura Denise