Flashes Of Childhood 3-The Bombsite. Comments

great memories with a great write...........

I love the irony in this one. You take the reader on a nostalgic journey into your childhood world of make-believe and innocence, and yet the playground of your imagination is a place of violence and war. This one tells a little of the incredible resilience of children, I think. Great poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Hello Margery, Another childhood memory that has the power to draw us into that scene of adventure and imagination. What I like especially is how in the first two lines the sound of the hard consonants matches the harshness of the bombsite that despite (or due to) its ugliness and danger attracts the children to play their games there. And I love the image of the paper boat floating for a brief moment on the muddy puddle and then sinking like so many, but not your, childhood memories. Kind regards Magda

Oh, those wonderful days playing in places we weren't supposed to! Guided by our imaginations and not by pre-set, step by step instructions. No health-and-safety regulations to spoil the fun! Great poem, Margery. Love, Fran xx

An exquisite piece of reminiscence Margery. A flash well caught.