The Cloak

Take the time to read a poem! I should make a blog button that says that. The hardest part about poetry is that it takes patience. Won't you spare a moment to read one of mine? It's a hard decision for me to make- sharing any of my work on the world wide web... But since you can't make a penny writing poetry, I guess it's all right this time. It's not just about the cloak- it's also my thoughts about growing up.

The Cloak

Of mossy green, and inner, tan,
Stitched and sewn by some sweet hand,
And given as a gift to me-
Warrior elf, now sweet sixteen.

Mingled, girlish costume play
With Romance, Danger, Faraway!
The essence of a dream unblighted,
Though “growing up” has now been knighted
The wearer’s newest, greatest quest!
And yet…Never will my daydreams rest.

Though come to all, adulthood must,
Still, I’ll keep at bay the dust,
The Dust that seeks to cover all
Of Make Believe’s alluring call.

I wrap myself in Elfin warmth,
Banished - Peter Pannish gloomth
Resolved in life, to always hold
Some note of Fancy, Fables old
And Cloaks, of which the stories told.

Poem by Grace DeBusschere 5-14-09.