I thought this was worth reblogging since The Flax Golden Tales now stretch to 13 and the latest addition, One Single Memory is a poignant poem of young, unrequited love by writer, Caillen James. A book of children’s poems found in a charity shop and a mysterious birthday message, a collage of carefully selected images…Read more THE FLAX GOLDEN TALES
Yet another Flax Golden Tale – a wonderful paen to love and memories of lost childhood- from Caillen James
The pillow fight–
You got that gash
Above your eye
From all the glass.
The gifts you bought
Our toes in sand
And all the times you held my hand.
When we were nine
You’d write those lines
And every year
We’d mark the time.
When we were free
Cause we were kids
And we could dream.
Now all that’s here–
Just one Band-Aid
And all the things
We left unsaid.
Our dreams were left
And childhood spent
Cause youth is when
The Sidewalk Ends.
To say I'm astounded by the standard and variety of story offered to this compendium of Flax Golden Tales is no exaggeration. Far from it, I'm awestruck and humbled by the response and my sincere thanks to everyone who has had a crack at it. This is Cath Humpris's contribution and it's been well worth…Read more Another Flax Golden Tale
Invisible boy: where did you go? Sep 3, 2016 Once I spoke your language. Every glance. Your every expression. The subtle meaning behind each word uttered. Your questions — crying for each falling snowflake. “Is it dying?” Now you prefer palm trees and sandy beaches. Tropical flowers. I told you to imagine what it would feel…Read more One more Flax Golden Tale
Another contribution to the Flax Golden Tales, this time a tale of young and unrequited love, the kind we all know as ‘a crush,’ from serendipitousweblife
Dermott Hayes found the birthday card pictured below in a second-hand bookstore book and posted a story with an invitation to anyone who cared to write their version of its history.
Here’s my fictional story….
“What time did you say Scott was coming over, Adam?”
“Sis, I know you like him, but he’s coming over to see me, not you. It’s creepy that you like my best friend. There should be some rule against sisters liking their brother’s friends.”
“Hey, you guys break the rulez all the time, so maybe I should too. Besides, his birthday is this weekend and I wanted to give him something.”
“Look Sis, there’s something I should…”
Ding, Dong… Sis dashed out of the room and thundered down the stairs. “I’ll get it.”
Sis whisked the door open, breathless with a bright smile. “Hi Scott,” she said before she got the door fully open.
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Fatimah Badawy, inexplicably perturbed by The Invitation, Shel Silverstein’s first poem in Where the Sidewalk Ends, writes her contribution as a childhood memory of a little girl and her mother and a strange sense of foreboding
I thought this was worth reblogging since The Flax Golden Tales now stretch to 13 and the latest addition, One Single Memory is a poignant poem of young, unrequited love by writer, Caillen James. A book of children's poems found in a charity shop and a mysterious birthday message, a collage of carefully selected images…Read more Flax Golden Tales…