Nettles

Stood at the apex of the hill

All laughter, fun and sun sun sun

Adolescent astigmatism hiding the dangers below

We cast off like two clippers

Sailing to freedom

Flying down the steep incline

The grass tickling our soles

Naked as the day we were born

And twice as innocent

We floated onwards

It was the one time in my childhood

My inferior age stood me in good stead

Less Weight

More speed

I was winning the race

I reached the bottom moments before my brother

The nettles piercing my skin

My brothers scream splitting the air

The cries of my parents

The calamine nights that followed

©Stuart Buck

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s