The NaPoWriMo.net prompt today asked for a poem that features play. Made for a nice compliment to the Poetic Asides prompt asking for a “favourite” themed poem. It was an easy trip back to some of my favourite childhood memories.
My Favourite Game
You hide, I’ll seek
my way back to
summer nights when light graces us until ten.
Any kid from around the block can join in.
Start after supper,
save the jump-out-scares
until after the little ones have gone home to bed.
Watch out
for the snarling German Shepherd in the backyard
of the white split-level with the green door.
His chain’s always stretched so tight.
Watch out
for the old lady in the brown stucco house.
who paid good money for those bedding plants
and doesn’t need them trampled by the likes of us.
Count to fifty,
because one hundred takes too long
and twenty’s not enough to scatter.
First one found is the next seeker
and when Glenn plays, we all seek
Like a roach, that boy, able to slip
into the tightest, darkest places.
Olly olly oxen free — come out, come out,
wherever you are, whoever you are.
We want to play again. Another round
until the sun goes down, until someone
gets a sliver,
twists an ankle,
pees their pants.
Come back tomorrow.
Meet at the garbage bin at the end of the alley,
with “Sara Loves Josh B.” written in Sharpie.
Count heads, pick partners (if it’s a twosome round),
draw rocks for first seeker. No cheating — you hear that Matt?
Have fun.
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