Poems (#12)

I think it's a pantoum

A friend asked today, “Have you lived well?”

My response slow in coming, for

On what part to dwell?

So much of the past, now ancient lore.

My response slow in coming, for

That strip of dark forest

So much of the past, now ancient lore

But vomit and fear, can I ignore this?

That strip of dark forest

No adults permitted

Vomit and fear, can I ignore this

Let my memories be limited?

No adults permitted

A heaven gone wild

Let my memories be limited:

I was a happy child.

A heaven gone wild

The earth a soft loam

I was a happy child

But too free to roam.

The earth a soft loam

Bluebells galore, no fear to quell

And so free to roam.

A friend asked, “Today, have you lived well?”