A Pirate From The Past

torrential rain cascades on stone paving
crazy wild wetness spilling over gutters
creating lakes of puddled opportunity

downpour from grey mackintosh sky
deluge of relentless winter water
brimful mind bursts its memory banks

i recall a blue plastic toy chest
a galleon of homemade happiness
containing a cutlass and black eye patch

a small boy afloat in soaked shorts
scraped knees, messing in the garden
sailing white crested waves of salty seas

Black Beard has grown tall with the years
has a son of his own who awaits play days
with the toy chest in the attic

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There was nothing more fun then those days of youth when we would pretend to be different things whether it be pirate, policeman or a super hero.
I can imagine the nostalgia a m om also goes through remember watching their child play with their imagination.

[Chris Shaw]

Those make believe games were such fun. Apart from memories of my boy playing pirates, I can remember the joy I got as well messing around in the wet stuff. The only drama they seem to get now is on their phones. What a pity. Thank you Dale for your thoughts. Most appreciated. All the best.

Chris

[RomaJ]

This how we hold our memories of our children when they were small. Some of my cherished memories of my kids were not filmed but recorded only in my heart. It's lovely that you've captured this memory in a poem. If he reads it, he will cherish always.
Roma

[Chris Shaw]

I have read it to him Roma:) He remembers well his pirate days. Thank you so much for a lovely review. Nice to capture these moments in a poem.

Chris

[Desert Knave]

I love it. We, in the desert, pretended most of the time to be cowboys on the range. The descriptiveness of this one really shows the joy that the pretense once brought. Well done. ~Jim

[Chris Shaw]

I love that you pretended to be cowboys Jim and thank you for your encouraging comments about my little pirate. Forever poemed :)

Chris

[Soren]

Those were the days when fantasy was reality, when all things were possible, when all dreams were still neatly packed up in a chest with none of their flaws unfolded. I saw their reflections in my own children and now their ripples in my grandchildren and from the calm of my perspective remember how it once was. A great nostalgic poem Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Don’t you just love those memories Soren. Children in their make believe world while we looked on with envy:) Pleased you related to this write. I’m pleased too, I have preserved it (better than jam) in a poem. Thank you so much .

Chris

[Soren]

You are most welcome Chris

[Daz🖤]

Love this write, Chrissy. Memories to be cherished indeed.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Daz, and for Chrissy too. Haven’t been called that for a long time. Made me smile you did.

Chris

[Buddhistboy73]

Ah memories of the past....
Dressing up as pirates and having fun together.....this is a heartfelt and emotive write...

Kinda nostalgic in its vibe....

These were my favourite lines:

Black Beard has grown tall with the years
has a son of his own who awaits play days
with the toy chest in the attic

BB73

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you BB 73, pleased you enjoyed some nostalgia here. I have such very happy memories of my little pirate afloat in his makedo boat on a very wet day:) Long time ago. Preserved in a poem.

Chris

[red93]

How lovely that you are close to yr immediate Family Chris, in this age of Family Feuds being continually acted out in the newspapers. Plenty of famous pirates originating from the Old Bristol Harbour back in the day. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony, yes we have a very close knit family, with one or two on the periphery. Family can create lots of happy memories, as well as strife lol. Pleased you enjoyed my pirate nostalgia.

Chris

[Neville]

You just made both my eyes leak involuntarily happy nostalgic tears our Chris .. what beautiful ink you have shared here .. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Neville. I love my pirate so much. All six foot two of him and his little chip off the block. Can’t wait for our holiday at the end of the week. This is such a lovely memory of wetness :))

[Neville]

you can beat an egg .. but you just can't beat a spot of wetness can ya :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris.... grey Mackintosh sky deluge of relentless winter water... Black Beard has a son of his own who awaits play days with his Toy Chest in the Attic. When my son was young and learned to read fluently, he read an antique poetry book of English literature that I found at a thrift store. and now he and Leilani are raising two girls... with the mystery of poetry... knowing that their Grandmother is a Pirate of hearts. truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

I love that you are a pirate of hearts Pat and how amazing your son was introduced to poetry at such a young age. Especially reading it from an antique poetry book. Thank you so much for your visit and sharing your family with me.

Chris

[gram linski]

loved the shared memory yet to come of father son, the finding of treasures in a box in the attic, enjoyed this immensely , Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Were you ever a pirate gram? Or maybe a cowboy or bandit:)) Pleased you enjoyed this little bit of nostalgia.

Chris

[Jennifer Patino]

"lakes of puddled opportunity" is a brilliant image :) I love this rainy day reverie. I'm definitely a fan of your writing. You pen nature so well, it's soul stirring.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Jennifer. So pleased you enjoy my efforts. That means a lot. Appreciate your time.

Chris