Suburbs for dVerse

One summer afternoon,
we girls
made a daisy chain,
that stretched the whole way
up the avenue –
we plundered the rectangles of grass
set between each driveway,
cleared them of daisies,
split each stalk carefully
with greening thumbnails,
threaded the next flower through.

It was hot.

And quiet enough
that no dads came home
from their alien offices
to drive over our precious
garland. No mums called
us in for tea – hard boiled eggs
and sliced tomatoes, and
soft lettuce, summer teatime.

The boys rode bikes
up and down the tarmac.
I think they were impressed:

we chained the whole avenue
that afternoon, not thinking
we would find ourselves chained
one day, sitting in our
pretty bedrooms, dreaming
of teenage dirt.

This is a suburban poem written for Oloriel over at dVerse.

16 thoughts on “Suburbs for dVerse

  1. I like your remembrance of youth. Back when we boys used to ride our bikes up and down the street all day. i sure wish somebody would plunder the daisies in my square plot, and the Russian Thistles, crab grass, and … Oh wait, i would only have bare dirt then.


  2. Suburban daisies can’t fail to hit the mark, Sarah! Beautifully done! I love the way the daisy chain stretched not only the ‘whole way up the avenue’ but through the poem. Those last lines are so true…


  3. How the kids ranged around outside in the ‘burbs of my youth, tribes in effortless play. What was planted by that garland, what is reaped in later years? Why “dirt” — what remained on the fingers after the garland was made? Or a virginal sisterhood lost? Whatever, it was a fine read.

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  4. …greening thumbnails…fabulous detail that is oh so true when making daisy chains! And love the lines about the dads in alien offices. When we were kids, that’s what they were, right? Somewhere out there where dad was five days a week, till supper time (which ran on his schedule). Well done! Enjoyed this very much .. especially the finality, the turn that isn’t a turn, at the end.
    Late to the posting and reading on this prompt .. catching up!

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