And There Was Room to Grow
This is the portrait
of a parka
with a broken zip,
with pockets deep enough
to hold my hands,
a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich,
and a bag of salt and vinegar crisps,
and a red apple,
and that
was just
in one pocket.
for dVerse Quadrille #52 “Zip”
Thanks, De, and thanks for the prompt. 😀
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Clear brush strokes of the images here; a total charmer.
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Thanks!
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I love the big pockets in my parka but I’m rubbish with zips – I can never do them up! I’m with you when it comes to salt and vinegar crisps – my favourite!
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Now that is a delicious-sounding lunch.
And I can’t help but see “a broken park” at the beginning of the poem, so that has me thinking of kids who want to play but haven’t been able to because maybe the park is undergoing renovations; we had to go through that in our town a couple of years ago. The waiting was agonizing, but at the end of those long months, we had new, and better, equipment and also a fun new splash pad. Now who doesn’t want access to water spouts in the summer?! Especially in the South. Believe me, it was worth the wait. Now everyone can picnic. And I’ll be sitting with you if you’re packing those goodies. 🙂 Plus, you have other pockets hiding the sweets!
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That sounds like an amazing park! Our neighbourhood has nothing as elaborate.
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That’s beautiful. Were you wearing your dad’s parka? They, (parkas) are mighty handy to have. I like the tone. The parka is so big, it sounds like you could sleep in it.
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Now you’re ready for anything! So liked that the last line takes us to the other pocket – and back to the title – this is/was quite a coat.
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